Leave Lilania to be lectured.

After a long, thorough dressing-down from the Sister Superior, during which Lilania remains bound, gagged and kept on display in nothing but cosmetics and exciting underwear, the other priestess finally deigns to command the novices to untie her. There's a lot of giggling and teasing, and just a little bit of prodding and pinching, as they unfasten the ropes that hold her in place between two poles. As soon as the panty-gag comes out of her mouth she begins to protest.

"But, Sister, it's not my fault! I was set upon by an evil wizard! He used his magic to tie me up and make fun of me! There was nothing I could do to stop him!"

The Sister scoffs. "A likely story. Don't you know, girl, that if you're strong in your faith and pure of heart there's no **** in the world that can threaten you? This wizard must have been a servant of the Blazing Lady, Mistress of Eternal Shame."

"He said he wasn't!"

"He lied, you foolish girl. You must have sinned somehow, or you'd have been invulnerable to his magic. I'll bet you masturbated once, didn't you?"

"I... um..."

The other novices whisper and giggle to each other as Lilania looks down at her feet and murmurs "...yes."

"What's that, girl? Speak up, so the whole world can hear your confession!"

"Yes! I... I masturbated once!"

"You're a filthy little masturbator who deserves everything she gets, aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm a filthy little masturbator who deserves everything she gets!"

"Very good," says the Sister, as the peasants gawk and the other novices double over with laughter at Lilania's bright red blush. "Now, how do you think you should be punished?"

"Sister... I..."

"Do you think you should have to walk around the whole city in nothing but harlot's underthings, telling everyone you meet that you're a filthy little masturbating fool who ought to be laughed at? Would that teach you a lesson?"

"Y... yes, Sister."

"Good. Off you go, then. There are fifteen Temples of Light in this city and I want to hear that you've preached for at least ten minutes outside each one of them. If you hurry you can make it back before sundown."

"But, Sister..."

"And the other girls in your dormitory will switch your bottom every morning and evening for a week. That's for hesitating. Run along."

"Yes, Sister."

You watch with interest from among the crowd as a furious, frustrated and utterly mortified Lilania embarks upon the first steps of her walk of shame around the city. She folds an arm across her breasts and splays a hand over her thong-clad bottom, trying to prevent people from ogling her nearly-naked posterior. She's embarrassed beyond belief, and her torment is only just beginning.

"No covering up," says the Sister Superior. "And walk more slowly. We want to make sure everyone gets a good look at you."

How fun. Maybe there is something to organised religion after all.