Bring equality to the masses - no woman is safe

How dare these plebs laugh at nobility like this, as if they’re better than her. You crack your knuckles - in the interest of fairness it’s time to spread some equal treatment around regardless of stature.

You survey the gathering crowd, and spot about eight targets, ready for some egalitarian treatment. There are a lot of tasty and varied morsels here.

1) A young housewife in the front. The sight of the naked knight has made her blush. She’s gonna blush a whole lot more very soon. You unclasp her dress at the back of the neck and pull the whole thing down, and then take off her underwear. You let her keep her bonnet though.

2) A wealthy-looking lass in the back row, with a bodice pushing up a comely set of knockers. You unlace the bodice, and pull down the undershirt beneath, revealing enormous tits. Those sure dont need a bodice to stay up! For good measure you drop her skirt and panties.

3) Next up, a woman with curly red hair, who appears to be a merchant or bussinessperson of some kind. She wears a thick, long coat and a frilly tunic underneath, and a belt stuffed with pouches of gold. You remove every scrap of fabric except for the goldpouches (though you do help yourself to a few coins). Any merchant worth their salt feels naked without gold on their person, so you might reason that she’s still dressed. ... Ah, and the carpet matches the drapes, huh?

4) A nearby peasantwoman. She’s using cords to cinch her dress to her waist. That might help keep the bottom half of her dress properly in place, but it’s not going to keep up the top half once you undo the shoulderstraps. Oh hell, you decide to undo the cords too.

5) You spot a sister from the local temple of shaya in her white floor-length tunic and priestly cowl and decide to take a look. “Oh my”, you whisper to yourself. She’s wearing what looks to be leather underwear, with more straps than you care to count, and no bra. Off goes the tunic, and her white cowl contrasts nicely with the black, glistening suspenders. Maybe she can pull that cowl over her head and pray to be delivered from this predicament.

6) Next is what appears to be the local tomboy, judging by the fairly short hair, and a mixture of men’s and women’s articles of clothing. But there’s no fooling you as you liberate her tits from the tight confines of her vest, and take off both her top and her pants and underwear. Looking up and down at your naked victim, you feel something is missing to really top it off. You scour the crowd, and find a proper codpiece from some fellow for her to wear.

7) Your following victim appears to be a traveller from the eastern reaches. Her skin is a dusky tan, her eyeline a deep black as is their custom for both men and women, and wavey locks of dark brown hair peek out between her turban and scarf. She probably did not expect to travel all the way here to see a show like this, or become one herself. She’s wearing the puffy, breezy pants and tunic that are a must for the opressively warm region she hails from, but they’re also so wide they make it very easy for you to take them off. Her underwear consists of rolls of linnen fabric, tied around her chest and crotch, which you eagerly unwrap. Her naked, dusky body exudes an exotic appeal: you consider it a wonderful present for a foreign country to send you.

8) You spot what appears to be a rogue or an adventurer with straw-blonde hair, wearing bodice-shaped leather armour and a whole selection of knives. You’ve never met any armour capable of stopping you though, or a rogue quick enough to evade you, so you simply undo the various buckles and laces, discard her armour, take off her top, pull her boobs out of the cups of her bra, and remove her pants.

It was quite a labor, but it’s a labor of love. And you do so love to treat everyone equally. You admire your work for a second, surveying all the tits on display, crotches uncovered and asses inviting of a pinch.