Tyra casts ‘dispel magic’

The dwarf lets out a frazzled ”aargh” noise, and holds out her holy symbol. There is a bright flash of divine energy that visibly ripples through the hall, and with a soft ‘ftz’ noise both mage hands are dispelled, the finger indentations on Diana’s breasts filling back in.

Diana lets out a big breath of air, ”Thanks Tyra”.

-“Don’t thank me yet, I now have {Tyra’s dispel magic uses left:} {if Tyra’s dispel magic uses left: = 1}use{else}uses{endif} of dispel magic left for today.” Tyra suddenly starts averting her eyes. ”uh-ermh, could you redo your blouse? I-it’s distracting.. “ Diana looks down to find one of her tits on the cusp of spilling out of her bra, and with a sudden blush she puts it back in and quickly redoes all her blouse buttons, including the top one that hadn’t even been buttoned prior.

Without much words said, the pair pull the levers again, and keep them pushed down until the wall is all the way up, where it locks in place with a satisfactory click.