It tears

Megan makes her way back up the ladder, tugging at her T-shirt, trying to free it, but you use your powers to keep it permanently trapped in place.

A few more tugs and finally something gives, the T-shirt ripping in half, throwing Megan from the ladder once more, crashing to the floor.

You look down at her and smile. The frayed remnants of her T-shirt now in her hands, her left breast having bounced out of her bra giving you a good look at her erect nipple, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

No shirt. No T-Shirt. What the hell was she supposed to do now?