Let confusion reign!

You are filled with excitement in anticipation at the buffet of nudity you're about to unleash, your crotch throbbing.

You look for a good spot to view the show and see a couple of highstacks of flourbags leaning against the gardenwall, and proceed to climb on top of them. Then, moving your hands like a composer, you will for the events to unfold, allowing yourself to slip back into the normal flow of time.

The confusion is instant. Simultaneous gasps and screams of shock and embarrassment go up from among the crowd, followed by cheers of grateful surprise from the men. Dresses drop, corsets come undone and breasts bounce. Women clutch themselves trying to cover their nudity, grasp at their dishevelled clothing to put things back in order, or just slink to the ground amidst their clothes in humiliated dismay. A few men, good samaritans, offer up a coat to cover up a few ladies, but most just jeer and whistle with wild abandon, and a handful fail to keep their hands to themselves, going in for a grope or a slap.

The priestess gets some of the worst of it, subject to the perverse fascination of the crowd and due to the kinkiness of her leather undergarments, while the merchant demonstrates the power of the purse by quickly exchanges some coins for another coat. Meanwhile the rogue immediately tried putting her armour back on in lieu of retrieving her top, but can't quite manage redoing the buckles by herself, constantly exposing her chest. The tanned eastern traveller is hit by indecisiveness, first trying to rewrap the strips that made up her underwear, failing in her haste, before finally just putting her puffy clothes back on without underwear. At least she was lucky enough that noone got a complete look at her face because of her turban and scarf, but most people preferred looking at her ample breasts instead, as the bindings constantly disentangled.

You primarily turn your focus on the elf. The instant time resumes, her segmented clothing simply loses any cohesion as a garment and collapses into a hundred pieces, like a tree in fall shedding all of its leaves at once, and the sections flutter down into a pile at her feet, revealing her tall, slender frame, naked except for thong-like underwear and her cowl, and sporting an almost unnaturally perfect set of tits. In painstaking detail you can see her facial expression transition from an arrogant sneer into a blank wide-eyed stare of shock, before she does a double-take appraising her sudden nudity, and then swiftly sinks down, trying to gather up all the leaf-shapes in utter humiliation.

She doesn't go unnoticed. "Wow, look at that elf broad over there! Damn what a set of knockers!" The crowd's attention is split between the various women, but quite a significant share turn about to check out this interloper, and maybe reach out to see if elves bring good luck. Startled and embarrassed, the elven scout grabs as many of the leaves in her hands as she can before making a run for it, leaving behind a fair number of them, and gets chased by men making lewd suggestions. If she's going to resew that outfit, it's gonna be a heck of a lot scantier. Regardless, you delight at your good deed.