Let time resume

You walk back and with a snap of your fingers - an unnecessary flourish though it may be - time begins to speed back up. Evellyn finds herself suddenly placed in a different pose than before, and she looks down to find herself no longer covering up but her wrists restrained instead. She sinks a bit further behind the boxes. Evellyn struggles for a few seconds, her breasts bobbing about as she's straining against the bondage of her own bra, before she stops and snaps her head towards you with an incredulous look.

"Really?!"

"You wanted your bra back" You retort

"You know damn well what I meant!" She shouts as she alternates between holding her hands in front of her crotch or her tits. "Untie me right now!"