Ella refuses and Evelyn is forced to act.

"No," Ella replies.

"No?" Evelyn asks, her voice laced with confusion. This was clearly not the response she expected.

"No," Ella repeats, her tone resolute, though a faint tremor betrays her unease. "I am a priestess. I will not undress in public—especially not on the orders of a knight who’s lost her senses. I refuse to obey."

From your vantage point, you stifle a smile. Evelyn takes immense pride in her role as a knight, a position that grants her authority over others. To challenge that authority is to challenge her very identity. You’ve been doing this constantly—stripping her of dignity and forcing her compliance—but she’s powerless against you. Now, to have another defy her orders piles insult atop her wounded pride, and you know she won’t tolerate it.

Sure enough, Evelyn’s expression shifts from confusion to fury. Her fists clench tightly, her knuckles whitening.

"How dare you," she hisses, her voice low and venomous. "I am a knight. I gave you an order. If you won’t obey willingly, I’ll make you."

Evelyn strides forward, seizing Ella’s robes and yanking at them with force.

"No! Stop!" Ella cries, struggling to break free.