Offer the merchant a hard choice.

The curly-haired, round-breasted, red-headed merchant is a sight to behold, standing in the marketplace with nothing but a belt and a few sacks of gold coins to cover her bare body. She's blushing and clutching her money, holding a coinpurse between her legs to hide the russet triangle of her sex and conceal what's left of her modesty as she glances from side to side, looking for a chance to escape. Some of the laughing men and women in the crowd must be her debtors, judging from how much pleasure they're taking in her humiliation. Others are just perverts. Like you, for example.

The merchant's eyes fix on her clothes, stacked in a tempting pile on the other side of the street. Her long coat, her frilly tunic, her fancy silk underclothes are all there, exactly where you left them. Her long legs flash and her full bottom undulates pleasantly as she sprints toward them, one arm cradling her breasts to prevent them from bouncing. Everyone's pointing and laughing! She can't be seen like this! Halfway across the street, however, she feels something missing between her legs.

She looks down. The coinpurse she was clutching is gone. She looks behind her. All the money she was carrying is lying in the street, in a big loose pile of gold, and people are already darting in to snatch it up. She freezes, caught between two uncomfortable options, before reversing course and sprinting back to snatch up as much of the gold as possible. It spills from her arms as she shoves peasants out of the way, scooping up the tumbling coins, trying to keep it all in one place while laughing boys pluck it out of her grasp. Someone smacks her ass and she stumbles forward, dropping all her treasure to the ground. She shuffles around on hands and knees, trying to grab it, keenly aware she's making a spectacle of herself but unable to control her own greed. Her breasts sway as she crawls.

You tap her on the shoulder. She whirls around, and her eyes grow wide. Across the street, the peasant woman you stripped is struggling into her expensive clothes. She's also a redhead, but shorter and skinnier than the merchant, and and the merchant's silk panties keep sliding off her slender hips, revealing her perky petite bottom as she struggles to keep the merchant's lacy bra affixed to her too-small breasts. She looks up and gasps in surprise as she sees the merchant leap towards her, gold forgotten, squealing with rage at the theft of her clothes.

The two go flying into a muddy ditch and roll around, wrestling, pulling each other's hair and groping each other's buttocks as they fight over who gets to keep the panties and who has to walk home naked. Pretty soon a crowd's gathered at the edge of the ditch to watch them go.