Start up time, leaving Livia in her panties.

She looks so pretty in just her purple panties that you decide you don't need to strip her any further. You return to your seat in the corner, sit back and let time return to its usual speed. Your eyes are fixed on Livia. You don't want to miss a second of the show.

"EEEEEEK!"

Gudrun's still holding Livia's left arm. She blinks in surprise as the shorter girl folds her right arm across her small breasts, covering herself as best she can. "What happened to your clothes? By Lothki's tail, your tits are tiny!"

"They are not! Don't look!"

Gudrun grabs Livia's other arm, pinning both the girl's arms behind her back and holding her so high that she has to perch on her tiptoes. She wiggles, squeals and blushes, unable to move or cover herself. "Divine punishment!" cries Gudrun. "This insolent wench transgressed against me, and the gods have punished her for her hubris! Behold her in her cringing, naked glory! Behold her tiny tits! Are they not the tiniest tits you've ever seen?"

"My tits are not tiny! Stop beholding me! Stop!" Livia squirms as she feels a score of eyes creep across her pretty bare body. The tavern-dwellers, scoundrels and blackguards all, whistle and stamp their feet in approval. "I just wanted a driiiiiiiiink!"

Gudrun lets go of Livia's arms, only to grab her panties and pull them down to her ankles with a single swift jerk. Livia is caught like a deer in headlights, suddenly stark naked and too overcome with shame to move. "Behold the wench's pussy!" Gudrun cries. "She is shaven bare! Is this not the mark of an irredeemable little harlot?"

"W-what? No! I'm not a h-harlot!" Livia tries to cover herself but Gudrun is too quick for her, grabbing her arms again. She turns her from left to right, making sure everyone in the tavern can see her.

"Let the wench amuse us!" she cries. "How shall we shame her further? I'm taking suggestions from the audience!"