Catch up to Sammie

It doesn't take long to track down Sammie. You catch up to the tomboy in the clutches of three girls around her age, each one wearing a dress that probably cost enough to run a town for a week. Two of them are holding her arms out to her sides while the third one prods her in the washboard that is her chest, laughing and making some rude speculation about her potential orientation.

You hate to see girls behaving like this.

Clothed, at least.

The lead girl is first to go: A willowy girl from the far east with the kind of sharp-featured face perfect for mocking people with, she loses her derisive smile quickly when she feels a draft and looks down to see that she's been stripped to her frilly red underwear. Next up is the girl on Sammie's left, a red-head who has been exceptionally well-endowed for her lean frame. She gives a yelp when she feels breeze on her enormous prizes, discovering that she's been reduced to a flower-print bra and panty set. The third girl, a green-haired elf maiden with healthy bronzed skin, gets a few seconds to contemplate her cohorts before she finds herself in a tiny yellow thong. Having lacked the foresight to wear a bra today, she grabs her C-cup breasts and screams.

Stage one is complete.

Next, you find a nearby tree and set to work with a few lengths of rope. One length goes over one overhanging branch, secured on one side to the left ankle of the eastern girl and on the other side to the right ankle of the elf. The left ankle of the elf is tied over a second branch to the right ankle of the buxom red-head, and the left ankle of the red-head is secured over a third branch to the right ankle of the eastern girl. The end result is a garland of naked girls encircling the tree, legs open, near-naked bodies presented to the world.

Sammie is treated to the sight of her bullies screaming and struggling to cover themselves before glancing down and finding that you clad her in the girliest of the three dresses available to you. She spots you and gives you a look that is not quite gratitude.

"I suppose you did this?" she says.

"I did. I left the best parts for last, though. How'd you like to be the one to cut off their underwear?"