In the window of a bakery.

You find a small but well-trafficked bakery in a nearby hamlet and go about setting Evellyn up as a display.

First you tie her to a display rack, spread-eagled and stark naked, wrists and ankles bound firmly into place so she can't wiggle away or struggle enough to ruin the effect. Then you go fetch the whipped cream. You draw spirals on her breasts, capping each nipple with a halved cherry, and write the words LICK ME just above her pussy. More cream is squirted at random across her arms and legs. Honey is rubbed into her hair and she's gagged with an apple, bound into place with a scrap of cloth so she can't spit it out. As a final touch, you dust her all over with icing sugar. Then you retreat to a hiding place and let time start up.

Evellyn's eyes grow very wide as she sees she's looking out onto a bustling street. Soon enough a crowd's gathered at the bakery window to watch her squirm and struggle. As they laugh and point and lick their lips and gaze in awe at her naked, blonde-thatched pussy, bare and exposed for all the world to see, you watch her cheeks blaze with shame and outrage. If she could talk, she'd be promising to kill you right now. But she can't.

The baker isn't here yet, but you can't see a reason that should stop anyone from getting their fill of Evellyn. The door swings open, as if by magic, and the crowd files in to get a closer look at the nude little harlot in the window. Soon enough the cherries on her nipples have been plucked and there's creamy, sugary handprints all over her body, marking where the peasants have fondled her. You nod to yourself in satisfaction.