A Soaking

James is still stood there slack jawed, but your attention is on Amy.

She begins to turn her back on James, trying to pull her shirt closed despite the missing button, but the movement dislodges something.

A slight nudge of your power and the cleaning bucket that had been set on the counter slips, tilting and managing to cover Amy head to toe in dirty water.

Amy lets out a little scream, turning back angrily to face James who is still staring at her, his eyes even wider now and you can see why.

The water has had the desired effect. Amy's once white shirt is now almost see-thru, clinging to her skin, every contour of her bra on full display.

"Stop staring and get me a fucking towel!" Amy screams.