Whom are you hiding with use your mind powers ..divert them .send them away . Alter their memories..

"Lina, use your powers!" you hiss urgently, gesturing toward the door. "Get into their minds and send them away. Make them forget they were even coming here."

Naked and **** in her human form, Lina's expression shifts from panic to focused determination. Her eyes narrow as she presses two fingers against her temple, her nude body tensing with concentration. The soft curves of her breasts rise and fall with measured breaths as she extends her consciousness outward.

"I've got them," she whispers, her voice tight with effort. "Two security guards—Kevin and Raj. They're doing routine checks because someone reported lights on during break week."

Her fingers press harder against her temple, and a small bead of sweat forms at her hairline, trailing down along the curve of her cheek. The tension in her body makes her nipples harden in the cool air of the laboratory.

"I'm slipping into their thoughts now," she continues, her voice taking on a distant quality. "Planting the suggestion that they've already checked this corridor... that everything was dark and secure."

You watch in fascination as Lina's body begins to tremble slightly, the mental exertion manifesting physically. Her thighs press together unconsciously, and you notice a subtle flush spreading across her chest and neck.

"God, it's... intense," she gasps, her free hand gripping the edge of a nearby lab table for support. "The compound you gave me—it's amplifying everything. Even this."

Outside in the hallway, you hear the security guards' footsteps slow, then stop completely. There's a moment of murmured conversation between them that you can't quite make out.

"They're turning around," Lina says, her voice strained. "I've convinced them they've already checked this wing and found nothing unusual."

The footsteps recede, growing fainter until they disappear entirely. Lina releases her breath in a long, shuddering exhale and drops her hand from her temple. Her eyes refocus on you, pupils dilated.

"That was... different," she says, her voice husky. "Usually mind control is clinical for me. Mechanical. But now, it's like I can feel their neurons firing under my touch. It's almost... intimate."

She wraps her arms around herself, suddenly aware again of her nakedness in the sterile laboratory. Her skin prickles with goosebumps in the air conditioning.

"Sam, I need clothes," she says, vulnerability creeping back into her voice now that the immediate danger has passed. "I can't stay naked in here. And I can't transform back yet—those guards might return, or others might come. We need to blend in if we're going to stay here until tonight."

You glance around the laboratory, considering your options. There's a lab coat hanging on a hook by the door, and you might be able to find more clothing in the faculty lounge down the hall.

"The compound is affecting me in ways I didn't expect," Lina continues, her voice lower now. "Everything is... heightened. More intense. Even just standing here, feeling the air on my skin..."

She trails off, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of confusion and something deeper, more primal. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence charged with unspoken tension.