Follow Livia.

You sneak along behind Livia as she slips through back alleys, padding through puddles and creeping behind stone walls, hoping to get home without anyone seeing her. Home for her must be the necromancer's academy, on Skull Street. She has the hobble off her feet but she's left the little apron on, probably figuring that any clothes are better than nothing. Her face is still red and she's muttering to herself, seething with anger and plotting **** on the whole tavern for her very public humiliation.

She's pretty good at sneaking, actually. You let her get halfway across the city, all the way to Skull Street. The alleyway behind the necromancer's academy is empty, but the high stone walls between the street and the academy grounds present Livia with a challenge. She looks up at their high ramparts, puzzling over the problem, trying to work out what to do. She really doesn't want to have to go around the busy front without any clothes on.

You're considering how to prank her next when you spot a gleam of blue light from within the stone. A secret door opens and half a dozen more apprentice necromancers come strolling out. They're all very pretty girls, clad in black robes, chatting avidly among themselves. Their accents suggest that they're from wealthy families.

Livia freezes. One of the girls looks up and spots her. She smiles like a crocodile.

"Why, it's little Livia," she says loudly. "Little Livia the scholarship girl, who beat us all for the top spot on yesterday's test, despite the fact that her family doesn't have any money. Yes, it's little Livia, who we all love so much. And she's naked."

"Um," says Livia. "Hello."

The girls all start loudly discussing what they should do with Livia, who looks prepared to sink into the earth. A blonde thinks they ought to put her on a leash and drag her down Skull Street on all fours, while a purple-haired girl thinks they ought to hogtie her and leave her on the desk in the Headmistress' office. You could humiliate her more, but you think they've probably got the matter under control. It might be time to move on.