Go for a pre-emptive strike

You act before she can finish her arcane gestures, and stop time in order to start fiddling a little under her red dress.

When time resumes, the magic pattern traced in the air starts to dissipate, as Vanessa’s fingers are unable to continue with the delicate pattern due to the piece of red fabric wound around them. Vanessa’s head turns towards you with a half-smile, half confused gasp, before she unwinds the fabric from her hand and extends it. Her face tells it all; she realizes these are her own panties.

She lets out a slightly embarrassed chuckle, pulls the panties off the table, and rapidly pulls them back up underneath her dress, all the while wearing an expression like an exhibitionist secretly getting turned on.

“Ness, if my eyes didn’t deceive me I believe he just played your own tricks on you.” Evellyn says as she approaches the table, throwing a cocked grin in your direction. She must be happy to see someone else be the victim for once.

Vanessa adjusts a little in her chair, trying to get her panties back in proper position. “Eve! You look wonderful dear, how have you been?”