Let Evellyn go without further harassment

You watch as Evellyn looks around, confusion quickly replaced with determination to race towards the back door. People hardly seem to notice her, or single her out specifically as she clutches herself and makes a B-line towards the back of the tavern, racing around the bar. Amongst all the naked ladies running around - some helplessly tied up even - this lady in her undies who looks like she could throw a punch that'd knock your teeth out isn't quite as appealing a prospect. Evellyn manages to make it to the door and quickly exits, her departure drowned out by the high-pitched sound of over a dozen screaming and squirming naked ladies, each trying to cover themselves best they can in an improvised fashion, grabbing tablecloths and drapery, trying to wrench off other patrons' jackets, or hiding behind the bar or in one case even an overturned table.

Vanessa is grinning ear to ear. "I live for this kind of thing," she says, face alive with happiness. "She's so prim, isn't she? And she gets so angry when you make her lose her dignity. It never, ever gets old. Anyway, what are you going to do now? Check out that artificer, I assume?"