Honey.

"Get down on all fours," you say, approaching the gypsy with an enormous tub of honey that you stole from a nearby market stall. "Time to sweeten you up a little."

"Don't you dare get any of that on me!" She sinks obediently to her hands and knees, her **** belied by the swiftness with which she obeys your orders. "No! I will call upon the fury of my ancestors to slay you where you stand!"

"Why even resist?" You upend the tub and begin to pour honey over her, starting from the bottom and moving up. "You know you can't fight me. If you try you'll only get humiliated even more. Why not just bite your lip and take your punishment?"

"I represent a proud and noble people! We would never surrender to the likes of you, never, not in a hundred thousand years!"

"Alright, then." You send a tide of honey trickling down over her head, matting her long, beautiful hair and running in rivulets across her face. "Turn over, tough girl. You're going to do a naked crabwalk while a total stranger pours honey all over your beautiful tits."

"No! I won't! Stop!"

You smile as you finish pouring honey all over the gypsy's beautiful tits, and inspect your handiwork. She seems incredibly angry. You tweak her right nipple, which somehow makes her even angrier. Now that she's covered in honey, what else could you have her do?