Wash her clothes

You watch as the woman finishes loading the washer, with a smile on her face, and just as she's about to hit the start button you take control of her mind.

Convincing her that her own clothing needs to be washed, you watch her quickly reef off her t-shirt, dropping it into the washer, before stepping out of her shoes and pulling off her jeans, allowing them to follow the shirt.

She's now stood there in the middle of a public laundromat in nothing but a conservative white bra and panties and socks. You're certain that if she knew what she was doing she'd be mortified, but then there's still more she could remove....