Let her run to freedom

Evellyn takes a peek through the curtains at the busy tavern. You can see the hesitant look on her face, hardening into spiteful resolve. She’s not gonna let you get her down! And good for her!

She’s taking a little long with that determined look of hers, so you glance at Vanessa, the two of you exchange a nod, and than you both slap her on the ass, one cheek each, extra hard! Evellyn leaps forward with a yelp, turning to give the two of you an incensed look when she stops and realizes she’s out of the booth.

The sound and chatter in the tavern simmers to a halt, as the attention turns to the naked woman that just appeared in their midst. The long moment us silence shatters like glass at the first wolfwhistle, and a cascade of cheers and jeers rains down on Evellyn, who quickly throws her arms back over her exposed body and looks for the nearest exit. She locates the location of the backdoor just behind the bar and runs like hell, her bare buttocks disappearing from view a few moments later and the door slamming closed behind her. A couple disappointed catcalls from the crowd ask for her to come back, but harmlessly bounce off the thick oak door.

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