Have her streak across town (this ends the fun).

You look at the naked, profoundly embarrassed gypsy, considering what her final fate should be. This has been fun, but you have places to be and other attractive women to inflict humiliating practical jokes on. She squirms under the **** of your gaze, desperately wanting to cover herself and intensely frustrated by her total inability to do so.

"Alright," you say, having meditated on it. "I'm going to let you off easy."

She perks up at that, wanting to believe you but knowing you're too much of a snake to be trusted. You grin at her.

"Considering you were going to rob me," you say, "and considering you tried to charm me with forbidden gypsy magic, I'd be well within my rights to keep you as my **** for a year and a day. But that would be boring. So I'm going to send you away with a little lesson."

You almost see her smile. You smile back. "I want you to run all the way across town," you say. "To the old haunted tower, say. And no hiding away in alleys. I want you running right down the centre of the main streets, wherever everyone can see you. Dressed as you are now, of course."

Her face falls.

"Once you've touched the tower," you continue, "stand in the square outside the tower and do everything I've had you do today again, in the same order, twice through. Then run back here and do it all again. Only then is your debt to me paid off."

She lets out a little whimper and looks around. Of all the faces she sees staying at her, not one is in the least bit sympathetic. She looks back at you and you see her expression curdle into pure, unbridled rage.

"I'll get you for this," she says. "I don't know how, I don't know when, but one day, when you least expect it, I'm going to get you."

"Please do. I look forward to it."

You watch her bottom flex as she jogs off down the street, utterly ashamed of herself, trailed by a crowd of curious onlookers. You hope she does come back. She really was quite a lot of fun.