Her job, and love every second of it!

"Thought you could get away, huh?" Jenny smugly declares as she closes in on the confused and frightened Linny.

The thief is still naked and squatting on the floor, a mass of her clothes in her hands and pressed to her chest.

"I... what...?" Linny asks as Jenny moves in for the (metaphorical) kill.

"No one cheats the crown out of its taxes!" Jenny loudly proclaims as she bends over and yanks Linny's clothes away.

"H-hey! Those are mine!" The now-naked woman whines, her hands now shooting to cover her crotch and chest.

"Not anymore, miss tax cheat!" Jenny says as she tosses them off to Sally. "What else have you been hiding, huh?" The boisterous tax collector growls as she grabs Linny by the hair, pulling to poor girl to her feet.

"OWIE!" The scrawny redhead helps. "Stoppit!"

"Quiet!" Jenny snarls, enjoying her chance to bully someone. She gives Linny a loud slap on the ass, making Sally and Hilda wince in sympathy.

Linny starts bawling like a baby. She's supposed to be the boss! She picks on others, not the other way around!

"Where are you keeping the rest, huh?" Jenny says as she jostles the humiliated thief leader. "Is it in these rags?" She asks as she starts tearing Linny's outfit to shreds.

"What are you talking about?" Linny asks between sobs.

"The money Brandt! The money!" Jenny asks as she pinches Linny's nipples, making her gasp and cry. "Where's your fortune Hilda Brandt?"

Linny squeals and then looks at Jenny, tears in her eyes. "Who? M-my n-name's L-Linny..."

Jenny's face turns pale as Hilda and Sally stand there awkwardly, thinking about how they're never going to screw up their taxes ever again!