Cash is king

You take the money from the barista's purse and add it to the notes you received when testing the powers of the Rulebook earlier. This could become quite lucrative if you find more misbehaving women to thrash. Then you give the tearful young woman your number, with strict instructions to call you if she feels herself slipping back into bad habits.

The redhead is starting to get dressed again, when you point to her underwear and say "I don't think you need those today, do you?" She agrees at once and puts them in her locker, along with her purse. You then watch as she slowly and awkwardly draws her skinny jeans up her legs and over her buttocks, pulling the crotch uncomfortably into her groin. Bending down to put on her shoes and socks, she lets out a little shriek as the seam chafes her scourged flesh and fresh tears pool in her eyes.

She finally finishes dressing and the two of you return to the parlour, every stumbling step causing her significant discomfort. You suspect that tomorrow she may choose to wear a skirt, but for today, her tight trousers will act as a constant reminder of her transgressions.

Bidding her farewell, you leave the coffee shop for pastures new and consider your next move.