She complies

Supergirl couldn't help but give out a little whimper as she felt the guard roughly grab at her elbow, but she reluctantly followed him.

Each step on the cold floor reminded her of her predicament, and her hands fell to her skirt, trying to keep it held down. Had it somehow grown shorter? She was sure when she'd put it on that morning it had been mid thigh length, now it felt like it was barely covering her ample buttocks.

She could feel the eyes of the other convention goers on her, knowing how naked her legs were, and it was probably just her imagination, but she was sure she heard the words "no underwear" muttered somewhere as she walked.

The journey had probably only taken a few minutes, but to Supergirl it felt like it had been hours under the glare of those watching, but finally she found herself in a small room, empty except for a single chair and table.

"You've been found in possession of drugs," the guard said angrily, dumping the plastic bag on the table. "We will now need to search you."

His words didn't register at first, Supergirl just stared at the bag, a small voice in the back of her mind pointing out that her boots seemed to be missing. Probably still out at the check in desk.

It took a moment to register that the guard was still talking, and she looked at him, spotting the glare in his eye.

"I said, I need you to remove your shirt," the guard repeated.