Let things play out

You may have set these events into motion, but you want to see how they naturally unfold.

Evellyn sees you and looks furious. She points at you, trying to explain to Merry how it's all your fault. The angry milkmaid pays her no mind, running at her full ****, hands still tied behind her back. She hits Evellyn as hard as she can, but her tits take most of the damage. Finally, the knight has had enough, and she springs into action, quickly overpowering the milkmaid. She then, taking a page from your book, removes Merry's underwear to tie around the milkmaid's legs, fulling incapacitating her. The honourable knight looks disgusted with herself, and you can tell she only did that as her last option.

Half the crowd cheers in victory, but Evellyn looks in no way victorious as she attempts once again to escape the pit, face still red as a beet.

The man you placed your bet against is grinning from ear to ear. He is plump, dirty, and smells almost as bad as the pit.

"Pay up. The satisfaction of seein' that snobby good-fer-nothin' pair of perfect tits get the walloping she deserved is almost pay enough, but we had a deal."

"Did you know the young lady?" you ask innocently.

"You mean the putrid young whore?" he asks, laughing at his own bad joke.

"I asked her on a date last week, and she turned me down in front of all the men at the pub," says the man, casually scratching his armpit. "Now, we had a bet, but I don't reckon we set a solid wager. What do I get out of this?"