Psychana paused after inhaling the powder, and struggled to control the surge of energy and power that seemed to course through her. For a minute her anger subsided, she became giddy and almost giggled but stopped herself before a sound could escape her lips. She covered her mouth with both hands and breathed in to try and slow her quickened pulse, inadvertently inhaling yet more of the substance.
She was stunned at how powerful her telepathy seemed to be and she was filled by curiosity and a newfound sense of confidence. With purpose, she worked her way to the room's entrance, stood proud in the doorway with her hands and her hips and her chest thrust out and commanded. "Surrender! There's no way out for you!"
She sees two thugs on the other side of the door, in a room also filled with bags of the substance. The two men gape at her, and Psychana's enhanced powers clearly read the debauched images one conjures up as he gazes at her, but his comrade is clearly more focused. "End her!" He raises his automatic and pulls the trigger.
In such a tight, close space, there's no chance Psychana can dodge, so instead she raises her hands and conjures a force field. The invisible barrier rattles in front of her, bullets ricocheting wildly into the sides of the room, and into the waiting bags of powder. The air fills with powder smoke, and Psychana inhales more and more, her barrier getting stronger, rather than weaker, as the giddy euphoria brings her to higher and higher heights of pure pleasure. Then, she snaps - Jenny's concentration is broken, and her massively enhanced powers go wild. Her telepathy spreads out in a massive radius, and her hands go to her head as she feels what seems like the thoughts of an entire city ravaging her overtaxed brain. Defenceless, Psychana's only partially aware of her surroundings, as one of the thugs approaches, pointing a pistol at her head. "Shit, man, do we gotta?" He turns to ask his compatriot. "End her, or I will. Think, man, hot or not, she's still a costume - we don't know how long she'll be like...whatever that is. Fucking shoot her, before the cops get here!" Sighing, the man whose lewd fantasies invaded Jenny's mind pulls back the hammer of his pistol.
Kill her, and I'll make sure you two are next... A psychic voice ripples through the three of them, and the thugs look at each other in panic.
Don't worry, boys, I don't want to hurt you. Behave, and you'll be very well rewarded... Jenny feels the calming presence that rescued her in the club rescue her once again here, blocking off the unwanted thoughts, as a scantily clad redhead enters the hallway, strutting all the way. "You two..." She looks at the thugs, who stare at her in awe. "Who the fuck are... Are...?" The man pointing a pistol at Jenny pauses.
"Do you two love me?"
"Yessss..." The two men stare at her in awe.
"You know I'll reward your devotion?"
"Yesssss...." They drone.
"Then finish what you were doing - take as many bags of this stuff as you can carry. You two have the honor of being my first minions." As the men move to obey, the woman giggles, before facing Jenny. There's a psychic shroud obscuring her features, but Jenny's sure of one thing - the woman is beautiful.

"Look at you..." The psychic inhales some of the dust, as her powers protect Jenny's fragile mind. "This stuff can do wonders for beefing up your powers, but large doses require great amounts of control - something you don't seem to have." She giggles. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll learn someday." Leaning down, the redhead strokes Jenny's cheek. "Look. At. You. I bet you've sent many a man's heart aflame..." As her new 'minions' leave, bags filled with bricks of the dust, the redhead leaves one next to Jenny. "For practice. Next time we meet, I want to see what you're really capable of..." Turning, the woman makes her escape.
Finally, Psychana's left lying on the floor of the corridor, overdose averted, but mentally exhausted, but eventually she's strong enough to move.