Dishevel the dark-haired bandit.

First, the dark-haired bandit finds her hair messed up. It's as if someone has run their hands through it, tangling and rumpling it.

Then, her armour is gone. She's unprotected, wearing only her shirt and breeches. Not that the armour was doing much to stop you. She raises her sword in the air and waves it around nervously. "Stay back! I'm warning you!"

The sword is gone. She's waving around a bushel of wilting flowers, and she's dressed as a sexy barmaid. Her skirt is short and her low-cut bodice reveals most of her braless breasts. She gasps and drops the flowers as the audience chuckles. "How are you doing this? Stay back, wizard!"

"I'm not doing anything," you tell her. "But you might want to fix up your top."

The bandit looks down. Her left breast is hanging out of her bodice, exposing her dark nipple to everyone. She squeals and yanks it back down, but now her skirt has been tucked into the back of her panties. While she's fixing that, her bodice falls down again and her bootlaces somehow become tied together. You zip around her, pruning her skirt and tugging down her panties, unlacing her bodice and braiding flowers into her hair. You give her wardrobe malfunction after wardrobe malfunction, making her fret and struggle just to keep hold of a bare minimum of modesty.

Meanwhile Vanessa watches and nods approvingly. "Very interesting. I can see I'll have to keep an eye on you."

"You haven't seen anything yet. Watch this."

The bandit freezes. Her panties are around her knees, her bodice is sagging and her skirt has been cut down to a fraction of its original size, showing most of her bare behind. But she can't move, because there's a brimming flagon of ale sitting on her head. "What is this? What are you doing now?"

"Let's make a deal," you tell her. "If you can make it out the door without spilling that ale, I'll let the three of you go free. But if you lose your balance and let it fall, I'll make sure you're all utterly humiliated. Sound good?"

"Pervert!"

"True. But you can't do anything about it, can you? Start walking."

The bandit eyes the door nervously. She's a trained professional thief, agile as a cat, but the door's far away and it's hard to walk with your panties around your knees. You can tell she's not sure if she can do it. Luckily for you, she has ****.

She takes one step, then another. She's more than halfway when she moves just a little too quickly and the flagon tumbles off her head, landing with a splash on the floor. Instantly she bursts into a run, trying to get away before you can respond. It won't help her. You have a promise to keep.