The thieves degraded

The criminals, now stripped of their clothing and dignity, were bound together by a rope tied to a wooden yoke. They stumbled and shuffled behind Marla, their bare flesh exposed to the biting cold and the merciless gaze of the onlookers. She marched them through the city with a confidence that could only come from years of wielding absolute authority, her leather boots clacking against the cobblestones in a rhythm that seemed to taunt them with each step.

The townsfolk's laughter grew louder as they jeered at the naked procession, tossing insults and rotten vegetables that splattered against the criminals' backs. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a palpable sense of discomfort - a hint that the justice being served here was not entirely just. Some averted their eyes, others whispered to each other in hushed tones, but all were **** to confront the stark reality of Marla's twisted methods.

As the procession neared the city gates, the fairy's laughter grew louder, her amusement no longer contained. She hovered just out of sight, watching the crimson-faced guard with a newfound sense of purpose. Lila knew that the time for subtle interventions had passed - it was time to bring the hammer of embarrassment down on Justice Marla. And she had just the trick up her sleeve to start the ball rolling.