Push her out the booth

With a gentle nudge, you push Evellyn out through the curtains. As she stumbles onto the tavern floor, the entire room falls still for a moment as all heads swivel around to face the half-naked bondaged chick that just emerged. A beat of silence, then a torrent of lewd cheers and whistles, as the bound Evellyn turns about, still trying to wrench free her bindings while trying to avert the view of her exposed breasts from the crowd, based on the direction of the sound. As she pivots around though, she simply receives a larger volume of noise from different sections of the crowd. "What game ya playing dear? Can I join?!" "Look at them hooters!" "Free tiddies? Best tavern in town!" "Come a little closer sweetie!"

Realizing she's not gonna get free any time soon, Evellyn starts an awkward shuffle in the direction of where she remembers the backdoor being, alternating between a few quick strides forward to try and shorten the humiliating ordeal, and careful shuffling as not to bump into any people or tables. While trying to make her way through the paths between tables, seated men and women rain down a mixture of lewd commentary, and directions for her to walk in: some amused but good-intentioned to steer her towards the back door and away from hitting a table, and others to get her within reach for a pinch of her butt, or to lay a hand on her firm, bouncing tits and get in a couple seconds worth of groping.

After an awkward journey, Evellyn reaches the back door, bumping into it with a shoulder, and them fumbling around with one of her bound hands looking for the door knob.