Make her crawl all the way out

“What if,” you suggest “you make her leave the tavern... crawling?”

“What” Evellyn spits.

“Oh what a marvelous notion!” Vanessa replies in a high pitch. “I do love the sight of Evey on her knees. Maybe some day she’ll do it of her own volition too!”

“You can’t be serious” Evellyn sputters, but Vanessa spins her fingers and the knight is **** to get on her hands and knees on the floor of the booth, before slowly, scowling in opposition, she starts heading out through the curtains onto the tavern floor proper, and begins an agonizingly long crawl towards the backdoor, taking an unnecessarily long circuitous route between as many tables as she can. Before she gets very far you quickly stop time to relieve her of her stockings and panties; they just get in the way of a good spanking. You grab her bra from the table as well and stuff all her underwear into your pocket, watching the scene unfold.

It takes a few moments for her presence to get noticed, but when it is ripples of gossip begin to spread around the room that quickly evolve into hoots and hollers, as people stand up from their chairs or get up on their tables to get a peek at Evellyn's curvaceous rear as it makes its way across the floor. One enterprising fellow hands out a firm slap on her buttocks as she passes within reach, which turns out to be the starting signal for everyone to lay a firm hand on her ass, which starts turning red by the time she's halfway to the back door. It also opens the door to a great many rude remarks about the firmness of her behind and how good her tits look dragging across the floor. Even a couple of the barwenches - normally frequent victims to unwanted groping - join in to deliver a hardy smack as they pass between the bar and the tables. Perhaps it is cathartic. You might reserve a few minutes to mess with impudent ladies at some point.

Magically compelled to continue crawling Evellyn can't make any reprisals, but merely grit her teeth in a furious expression and mutter obscenities under her breath - drowned out by the cacaphony of palms slapping her upturned buttocks. You assume a great many of those curses are directed towards Vanessa and you, as she begins nearing the exit.