As they made their way to Mondstadt

Jean felt her heart pounding in her chest as she followed Henry towards Mondstadt. The black mask covering her face felt like a suffocating blanket, trapping her in a world of shame and humiliation. She couldn't believe she was being **** to travel like this, naked except for the mask.

As they made their way through the streets, people stared at her, their eyes lingering on her bare skin. Jean felt like a piece of meat, exposed and **** to the lecherous gazes of strangers. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but she couldn't refuse Henry's orders.

"My lord, we really should be getting going," Jean said, trying to sound calm and collected. "We still have a long way to go."

Henry chuckled darkly. "Of course, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But first, I think we should stop by the local tavern for a drink."

Jean felt her stomach churn at the thought of going into a crowded, public place naked. But she had ****. She had to follow Henry's orders.

They entered the tavern, and the eyes of every man in the room immediately locked onto Jean's body.

"Welcome to the Rusty Barrel," Henry said, his voice booming through the tavern. "I'm afraid we have a bit of a situation here. My new...companion seems to have forgotten her clothes."

The men around them began to snicker and chuckle, their eyes roving over Jean's naked form. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and humiliation as she tried to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Henry, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention. He walked up to the bar and ordered two mugs of ale, then turned to face Jean.

"Why don't you go find us a table, my dear?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And make sure you keep your mask on to conceal your identity from everyone."

Jean nodded, her face burning with shame as she slowly walked towards the back of the tavern. She couldn't believe she was being treated like this, **** to walk around naked in front of everyone.

As she made her way through the crowded room, she could feel eyes roving over her body. She tried to ignore them, focusing on finding an empty table. After a few minutes, she found a small corner table tucked away from the main area. She sat down, trying to make herself as small as possible.

As Jean sat at the corner table, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. The weight of her mask seemed heavier than usual, a constant reminder of her hidden identity and the shame that came with it. Henry returned with the mugs of ale, his smirk growing wider as he noticed the attention Jean was receiving from the other patrons. He set the mugs down and leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're doing wonderfully," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "But the night is still young, and I have more plans for you."