Investigate the mirror.

Something about the mirror catches my eye. I look closer, and gasp with shock. My reflection in the mirror is naked! My full breasts, my flat belly, my toned thighs and the ginger curls between my legs are all on display!

My hands move reflexively to cover myself, but when I look down I'm still clothed. I look up at the mirror again. It must be some kind of cheap wizard trick. A mirror that shows you naked. Maybe it's meant to liven up parties? That seems like a mean joke to play on your guests, though - showing off their nude reflections in front of everyone. I'm glad no-one else is here to see it, even if it's not really me. I study the mirror closer, wondering how the trick is done.

My reflection winks at me.

I take a step back, suddenly wary. I close my eyes, screwing them tight shut. When I open them again, my reflection is fully clothed.

I'm about to dismiss the wink as a trick of the light when I realise I don't have any clothes on. It's not an illusion this time. I'm standing in the room stark naked, my secrets exposed for the delight of anyone who might wander in. My reflection points and laughs as I cower and cover myself, biting back the urge to squeal. This is definitely an evil mirror.