Susan against the sprites

Susan stepped into the town square, dressed in a simple cotton shift one of the villagers had lent her. It all looked quiet. The rest of the village had spread out, looking for the mischievious creatures. The square was large and cobbled, a set of old wooden stocks stood empty and open on a platform in the middle.

"Any sign of them?" Susan asked a baker carrying a large sack.

"No, but we're doing what you suggested." The baker replied, nodding at his sack.

"Good." Susan nodded, looking around, "The sprites love causing trouble so if we prepare a large elaborate cake they won't be able to resist messing with it."

A blonde girl of no more than twenty years old approached.

"Can't see them anywhere." She shrugged. The girl moved on, as she did so revealing her dress had been cut up the back, apparently by a tiny pair of scissors, to expose the girl's short bright white bloomers.

"Actually, I think you might have found them." Susan smiled. She turned in the direction the girl had come from, in the process bumping into the baker. The bag he was carrying burst open, releasing a cloud of flour in Susan's face.

Coughing, face and hair suddenly white with a coating of flour, Susan stumbled away, towards the stocks.

"Careful!" The girl with the cut dress reached out to Susan but caught a handful of her shift. The stitches parted, leaving the girl holding the dress and Susan naked again, now tripping and falling into the stocks. As Susan hit the wood the top part of the stocks slammed down and closed over her, trapping her.

"Hey! What?!" Susan exclaimed as she found herself stuck. Meanwhile the baker's assistant had been heading across the square, he got distracted by the sudden reappearance of Susan's naked body and jerked to a halt, the stack of egg boxes he had been carrying carried on going and splattered over Susan.

"What's going on?!" Susan cried, blinking flour and eggs from her face, "Someone get me out of here!"

But she was stuck, and as much as she wiggled and her curvy body jiggled, she could not free herself.

The sound of two little voices giggling rang out, and a moment later Folia and Barka were in front of Susan, rolling around laughing.

"Hilarious!" Barka gasped between peals of laughter.

"Susan the clown!" Folia agreed.

"Get them!" Susan shouted.

Two villagers dived in with wooden buckets, scooped up the sprites and slammed lids on.

"Got them!" One of the villagers smiled. "Good plan."

"I knew a bit of slapstick and embarrassment would bring them out." Susan said, "Now, could someone get me out of here?" She paused and the villagers looked at each other. "Someone must have the keys?" The awkward silence continued. "Seriously, someone help me out. Ow! Stop pinching my bum!"