Hand back her shirt and let her go

You enjoy the view for a little while longer, gently running the tip of the blade along the top of her torso; the cold steel sends a noticeable little bit of a shiver through Evellyn as it trails along the curvature of her breasts, until you pull it back.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl just now…”

-“Don’t call me that,” she snaps.

“… I’ve decided to let you off with a warning.”

You quickly retrieve Evellyn’s shirt from where you’d dropped it off, and chuck it over to her. She snatches it out of the air and gracelessly scrambles to put it on and cover herself. The shirt only reaches down to the top of her hips, so she needs to pull it down to cover her ass and crotch. Evellyn looks at you expectantly for the other garments: “Can I have the rest back?” You simply shake your head.

The lady screws her face up in an undignified manner, turning even more red, hastily looking over her shoulder in the meantime hoping no onlookers have returned to the square yet. She angrily shuffles over to you: “What happened to ‘letting me off with a warning’?!” You can hear the sarcasm in her voice; clearly she doesn’t think anything about this entire situation is fair or warrants any punishment and she’d happily run you through with her sword like originally intended, but you are a kind and patient person, …who finds everything about her humiliated tone very amusing.

“This is the warning, little princess. Now skip along back to your mansion or fairytale castle or wherever you live, and reflect on the valuable life lesson you just received - free of charge.”

Evellyn pushes her shirt a little further down past her crotch, looking up at you with disdain: “And what’s that lesson supposed to be…?”

“To pick your opponents carefully. Just be glad I’m way nicer than some of the other magical folk out there… Though if you ever feel like you need a refresher on this lesson, feel free to come find me,” you wink.