Inside the cubical

Using a small ounce of your powers you adjust reality enough to be able to clearly see through the curtain, just in time to watch the blonde pull her shirt up over her head and then quickly unhook her bra.

You smile to yourself as you watch the girl, and the mirrors surrounding her, getting a 360 degree view of the now topless young girl as she studies her bra in confusion.

Turning it over in her hands she sees nothing physically wrong with the item, because as you know there is nothing wrong with it, but you ponder just how to continue.