Try to strip off Hannah's jumpsuit

Hannah's wearing a curious outfit - a loose black jumpsuit, all in one piece, with built-in gloves to cover her hands and socks to cover her feet. Aside from her head, every inch of her skin is covered. She scowls at you as you look her curiously up and down.

"So what's this supposed to be?"

"My patented unstrippable jumpsuit! Guaranteed to render any woman immune to pantsing, stripping, skirt-flipping, bra-snapping, panty removal and other such immature pranks."

"But you have to walk around all day looking like that? No thanks. I'd rather go naked."

"Laugh all you want! Once I've got every girl in the school wearing one of these, Raider's reign of terror will be over. Finally, the female sex will be able to regain their natural dignity! Except for you, of course. I won't sell any to you, so you'll have to stay naked."

"That's okay. I like being naked."

"Will you like it even more when you're the only naked person left in school?"

"Sure. I'm not ashamed of my body. I guess because I don't have incredibly tiny little breasts."

Hannah rolls her eyes theatrically, trying to pretend you aren't getting to her. "This is pathetic. Listen, Daisy, you can't lay a finger on me. Just try it. You'll see I'm immune to your childish tricks, and you'll know that Raider's days are numbered."

"Sure." You reach out to grab Hannah's jumpsuit, trying to get a hold on the cloth, but somehow it slips through your fingers. Maybe Raider could handle it with a spell, but he's not here right now, and you don't want to call him in unless you have to. "Okay. Give me a minute..."

"Fool! I told you, only I can remove it!"

"Interesting. Okay, I'll be right back."