Put her in the stocks

Well, she's still a pickpocket, and justice moves swiftly - in this case as swiftly as you do, in fact - so you're not just going to let her walk off scot-free. Also she called you an asshole and that hurts your feelings.

You kneel down and reach for her bound arms.

"Let me take those restraints off.."

You move at superspeed, not just untying the restrains but stripping her down to her socks, ditching her clothes in the alley. You wonder at what a curious sight it must be for whoever comes through here next, stumbling upon a pile of discarded clothes and underwear, just lying there with no sign of their wearer. You haul Sayza over your shoulder, sprinting across town towards the square where the stocks are placed, where criminals are usually publicly shamed as part of their punishment.{if Sayza stocks counter >= 2} You know it well - you displayed her here before just yesterday{if Wench in the stocks = true}, as well as a bar wench! You're turning this into a regular occurance{endif}! You contemplate how tittilating and hilarious it'd be to keep doing so, day after day.

It's still early, so there's only a few people around thusfar, but you figure that'll be quite enough for an embarrassing experience. You set her up on the raised platform and clasp her hands and head in the board, leaving her body publicly exposed from the neck down.

"... and put these restraints on." You say, finishing the sentence you started before transporting her here. These words are directly followed by the clanking of the stocks' locking mechanism.

Sayza's face snaps towards the lock in horror as she realizes where she is, for a second time. Her cheeks begin to flush red as she tugs her hands, rattling the board to no avail.

"No, no not again!! You rat bastard! You son of a bitch! Let me go!" She yells in your face.

You boop her nose with your index finger, narrowly avoiding a bite. "I'm sorry dear, but I think you're going to have to get used to being the local fanservice girl. I'm certain it'll make you very popular 'round town. And don't worry, I'm sure they'll let you out soon enough." You zip away for a second, and then return with a hat which you place in front of her, along with a little piece of paper tucked into it with 'tips' scrawled on it. Then you thoughtfully deposit a coin inside.

"I know that being a successful pickpocket would require you to not be recognised by everyone in town, which might be difficult now, so consider this an alternative mode of income."

You then walk around the board to her exposed rear, sidestepping a couple of blind, attempted kicks. You stand to one side, putting the toe of your shoe on her toes to prevent kicking, and run your fingers down along the small of her back, before giving a firm slap on either buttock, eliciting a minor yelp from the other side of the wooden board.

As you leave the platform, followed by a stream of curses, you can see the people nearby have started to notice. You listen closely to hear that a few of the approaching people recognise Sayza from the day before, to your great delight. {if Wench in the stocks = true}You even hear one person remark he's disappointed at the absence of her colleague, the red-headed bar wench, who you locked in here yesterday as well. Judging by the variety of rowdy noises you're starting to hear from the people gathering, they're all too happy for it to be a repeated occurance, and maybe you'll oblige them. You see a street artist rush over, clutching a three-legged stool, pencils and a host of papers with sketches on them. Upon closer examination, you realize these are sketches he made of Sayza and the bar wench's predicament yesterday, and he's coming over to prep some more inventory for sale. If this keeps up, he's going to become a rich man indeed.{else} Judging by the variety of rowdy noises you're starting to hear from the people gathering, they're all too happy for it to be a repeated occurance, and maybe you'll oblige them. You see a street artist rush over, clutching a three-legged stool, pencils and a host of papers with sketches on them. Upon closer examination, you realize these are sketches he made of Sayza's predicament yesterday, and he's coming over to prep some more inventory for sale. If this keeps up, he's going to become a rich man indeed.{endif}

As you walk away from the scene with Sayza's humiliated protests ringing in your ears, you relish the sight of people throwing coins into the hat - copper, silver and even gold - and to see an enterprising fellow follow your lead by placing a coin in the hat, and then running around to administer a couple spanks.{else}It's still early in the day, so there's only a few people around thusfar, but you figure that'll be quite enough for an embarrassing experience. You set her up on the raised platform and clasp her hands and head in the board, leaving her body publicly exposed from the neck down.

"... and put these restraints on." You say, finishing the sentence you started before transporting her here. These words are directly followed by the clanking of the stocks' locking mechanism.

Sayza's face snaps towards the lock in horror as she realizes where she is. Her cheeks begin to flush red as she tugs her hands, rattling the board to no avail.

"You rat bastard! You son of a bitch! Let me go!" She yells in your face.

You boop her nose with your index finger, narrowly avoiding a bite. "No can do, dear. I believe releasing criminals without permission is against the law. I'm sure they'll let you out soon."

You zip away for a second, and then return with a hat which you place in front of her, along with a little piece of paper tucked into it with 'tips' scrawled on it. Then you thoughtfully deposit a coin inside.

"I know that being a successful pickpocket would require you to not be recognised by everyone in town, which might be difficult now, so consider this an alternative mode of income."

You walk around the board to her exposed rear, sidestepping a couple of blind, attempted kicks. You stand to one side, putting the toe of your shoe on her toes to prevent kicking, and run your fingers down along the small of her back, before giving a firm slap on either buttock, eliciting a minor yelp from the other side of the wooden board.

As you leave the platform, followed by a stream of curses, you can see the people nearby have started to notice. {if Wench in the stocks = true}This isn't the first time they've seen a scene like this play out, because you displayed the bar wench here yesterday too. Judging by the rowdy noises you're starting to hear from the people gathering, they're all too happy for it to be a repeated occurance, and maybe you'll oblige them. You see a street artist rush over, clutching a three-legged stool, pencils and a host of papers with sketches on them. Upon closer examination, you realize these are sketches he made of the bar wench's predicament yesterday, and he's coming over to prep some more inventory for sale. If this keeps up, he's going to become a rich man indeed.{else}Judging by the rowdy noises you're starting to hear from the people gathering, they're surprised but certainly not displeased, and the more brazen folk are rushing over to oggle. You see a street artist rush over, clutching a three-legged stool, pencils and a host of sketch paper. You realize he's coming over to prep some inventory for sale; you figure he's going to experience quite a profitable day.{endif}

As you walk away from the scene with Sayza's humiliated protests ringing in your ears, you relish the sight of people throwing coins into the hat - copper, silver and even gold - and to see an enterprising fellow follow your lead by placing a coin in the hat, and then running around to administer a couple spanks.{endif}