Bag her

As the knight tries to pull her weapon free, you spot your oppertunity. She's standing in front of the pole, hunched slightly forward, wrenching at the blade to dislodge it.

Time slows at your command. Or rather, you speed up, and you spring into action. You unbuckle her belt and yank it free, discarding the blue loincloth that had been draped over it. Then you go stand behind her, grab the bottom edges of the gambeson shirt, and pull it upwards, sliding your hands up across her torso and then above her head. The shirt is now pulled inside-out, extended above her head. As you slide it up her extended arms are **** in as well, and while moving in superspeed you **** her hands to let go of the blade. She's standing, arms up in the air and enclosed in the upturned gambeson, as you take her belt and then tie it around at the top, sealing the gambeson like a bag, and tying a lovely knot in the shirt for extra measure.

The sight is hilarious, humiliating, and titilating. The proud knight is now tied up in her own shirt, and with her arms and shirt above her head, she left her bra exposed. It looks expensive, silky. It's strapless, black, has decorative edges, and is holding some fine assets. Her entire torso is exposed to, allowing you a good look at her toned stomach.

Time goes into its normal pace again. You can hear the muffled yelps from inside the bag. There's no hiding her shock anymore, even if you can't see her face. Her arms strain against the bagged shirt, as she shuffles around the square, trying to avoid walking into anything.