Push Vanessa out onto the tavern floor.

In the blink of an eye you push her out through the booth's curtains and onto the main tavern floor. Vanessa looks down at her scantily-clad body, amazed and appalled, still unable to believe this is actually happening to her. She looks up. A crimson blush begins to spread across her face as she realises she's no longer hidden in the safety of the booth. Now she's standing in the centre of the crowded tavern, wearing nothing but her underwear, putting on a free show for everyone.

There's a moment of silence as the patrons try to work out where she came from, then a roar of laughter and applause as they collectively realise they don't care. The last vestiges of Vanessa's facade fall away. She squeals, clasps her hands across her beautiful curves and makes a **** dash toward the backdoor exit. "No! This can't... you can't do this to me! Fireball! Invisibility!"

"Hey, Vanessa!" you shout. "How's it feel!"

"Shut up!" She's banging on the door. Some cruel person seems to have locked it.

"Nice tits, by the way!"

"Sleep! Prismatic spray! Damn it, I'll have my ****! You'll see what happens to those who cross Vanessa!"