A few final adjustments.

"You're quite right, Princess. I cannot just leave you like this." Mr. Fouka answered, turning around and approaching Kimiko once more.

For a brief moment Kimiko allowed herself to feel hopeful that her guards would be restored. The pillory would still be humiliating, but at least the crowd would be discouraged from going too far. This glimmer of hope lasted right up until Mr. Fouka gently plucked the elaborate hair sticks that held Kimiko's signature bun in place. Her gorgeous locks fell free around her, framing her beautiful face and the look of confusion it now hosted.

"I nearly forgot." Mr. Fouka said, addressing the crowd once more. "Her Grace, in a show of generosity, has agreed to make a donation to her people. These hair sticks are worth more than an artisan can make several months of good business, and they're now free to whoever desires them!"

With this announcement, the councilman tossed Kimiko's hair sticks into the assembled crowd. A small fight broke out where they landed as several peasants struggled to claim the valuable ornaments as their own.

"But far more valuable than simple hair sticks..." Mr. Fouka continued. "Is the fabric used to make garments for the royal family."

Kimiko felt her heart skip a beat. Mr. Fouka wasn't... he couldn't...

Mr. Fouka most certainly did. A harsh tug on the obi sash that held Kimiko's royal garments closed saw the gorgeous fabric yanked free before being tossed into the crowd. It was only thanks to the fact that Kimiko was bent over that she wasn't immediately exposed entirely. Her clothing remained draped over her terrified form.

This was a short lived blessing, however, as Mr. Fouka grabbed the garment and roughly pulled, tearing the sleeves open and baring Kimiko's naked body for the entire crowd to see. Her heavy breasts swayed as Kimiko's legs began to shake, unintentionally making her voluptuous ass jiggle with every tremor. She began to hyperventilate, her heart hammered away in her chest. She was completely naked! Her body was on display for the whole world to see!

"A good princess serves her people, right?" Mr. Fouka whispered to Kimiko, the disdain in his voice no longer disguised. "So be a good princess and serve them. I'll be back to get you in a day or two. Probably..."

With those ominous words, Mr. Fouka tossed Kimiko's last strip of dignity to the crowd, turning to leave once more, guards in tow.

The fight over Kimiko's clothing kept the masses away for a few minutes, but nothing could delay them forever.