What do you do now?

Approach them

"What's going on?"

In the absence of anyone official, you take the initiative to ask for yourself and both lad and lass jump visibly at the unexpected sound of your voice (the young man significantly more, since he's not restrained). The woman redoubles her unintelligible complaints, whilst her companion stands and nervously starts to explain himself, leaving her helplessly exposed to your gaze the whole time.

"We wanted a picture for a souvenir," he whines. "Loads of people do it, but it always gets so busy after the match, we thought we'd take one now."

"You both wanted the picture?"

"Sure. It's like a tradition, you know?"

The girl has fallen silent while he speaks, so you walk round to see her face and discover why she wasn't articulating properly. A hook in her nose is attached to the top edge of the pillory's front board, keeping her head upright, whilst a cleave gag is preventing her from forming words. She looks to be of Asian descent, in her mid twenties, about the same age as the lad, maybe a tad older, with tears in her eyes. You're about to ask her whether what he's saying is true, when you realize she can't really nod or shake her head, let alone talk.

"Can we get the young lady's gag off, so she can communicate with us?"

The youth hastens to oblige.

"Go on, tell him," he urges, but she takes her time, exercising her jaw and collecting her thoughts before replying.

"I did—I do want a photo, but not bare bottomed! I just wanted to be in the pillory, like a cheerleader or footballer."

"But it's tradition," the would-be photographer interjects. "They're always bottomless and that's how everyone has their picture taken."

They seem to be looking to you to resolve their disagreement, but first you need to know one more thing.

"Are you required to obey this man, follow his instructions?" He's clearly too young to spank without permission, but if her parents or somebody else in authority put him in charge, then it's not up to you to interfere.

"Man? Certainly not! He's my brother and, if anything, our parents expect me to look after him, not the other way around."

You'd never have guessed the relationship. The young fellow is white and so pale he could fairly be described as pasty, but families come in all shapes and sizes.