Let’s increase the difficulty a bit

Evellyn finally steps through the curtain, and quickly scans for the nearest exit in sight. She spots the backdoor, a few feet behind the bar, and starts running, hoping to make it most of the way there before anyone has even registered her presence.

Suddenly her sight turns dark and she comes to an abrupt halt. It takes a few seconds for her to realize you’ve just blindfolded her, with a thick piece of dark cloth! Stumbling forwards, Evellyn tries to reach for it to tear it off but finds the movements of her arms constricted as well, as you have fiendishly wound a rope behind her back between her elbows. All she can do is feebly flap her forearms around like a t-rex, only barely able to cup her breasts in her hands, but not able to reach up far enough to slip off the blindfold.

Evellyn tries to persevere, gritting her teeth, and march onwards in the direction she thought she remembered the door being, but sure enough she’s been spotted by now and can hear the chorus of hooting and hollering, catcalling and wolf whistling. This may be an upperclass establishment but its clientele can be as coarse and lewd as any other.

As she blindly blunders forwards, trying to keep her tits covered with her hobbled arms, it doesn’t take long for her to get turned around and stumble into something. That something turns out to be a whole lot of someones, as Evellyn can feel several pairs of hands slap and pinch her buttocks, and several more feel up her thighs and breasts. Evellyn quickly kicks off with an indignant squeel, spinning in the opposite direction, where she hits something and her knees buckle to sending her careening into what feels like someone’s lap. “Hey sweetcheeks, you come here often?!” Evellyn hears a male voice laugh at her, accompanied by a waft of breath reeking of beer, and a set of big hands reaching around behind her to slip underneath Evellyn’s hands and grope her bosoms, pushing them around like a baker making dough.

Evellyn yells “Get off me!” and pushes away again, receiving a firm smack on the ass as she departs out of reach, and - thoroughly disoriented by now - tries to make her way to where she thought the back door was, pursued by ever increasing laughter from the crowd around her. Yet again she bumps into someone, burying her face in something soft and squishy. “Ooooh, I think she’s trynna compare sizes!” the barmaid in whose cleavage Evellyn had accidentally plunged her face roars, eliciting a hearty cheer of approval from all the bystanders. Evellyn feels the barmaid’s hands grasp the back of her head and pull her in even tighter, joggling her face to **** her to motorboat her tits before letting Evellyn go again, spinning her around and sending her off with a pat on the bum into an entirely new direction.