“I …surrender”

Lady Evellyn lets out a soft, annoyed ‘ugh’, but you know that, deep down, she lusts for you. Everyone does. Finally, after a long hesitant pause between the first and second word she responds: “I… surrender.”

You arc an eyebrow expectantly: “Usually one raises their hands when surrendering.”

Evellyn’s eyes twitch and she stares hard at you, until you motion for her to get a move on. After clasping the loose chainmail bikini tighter for a second, she relents with an agitated sigh and puts her hands up, unveiling her first-class rack, not to mention her smoothly shaven crotch, as her bottoms had long since fallen to the floor.

She pushes her knees together, as if that does something to hide much of anything, but it nicely accentuates her thorough humiliation: Bare naked - with the exception of her boots - in the middle of the public square, hands raised high, just the way you like your haughty hotties. Now that she’s surrendered, what to do with her?