It doesn't hold

It would seem your prey wants to keep herself covered. Clearly something you would never allow.

The top button is already straining under the pressure and it doesn't take much of your power to send it flying across the counter, her shirt gaping open a little more once again.

"No, no no...." Kirsty mutters, turning once again to keep her back to the security guards, but feeling their eyes drilling into her.

Beginning to panic a little, Kirsty begins to search the counter area for any kind of pin or clip that she could use to keep her shirt closed.