Put Gudrun in a predicament.

Standing on a chair, you take Gudrun's two long pigtails and tie them together over a roof-beam of the bar. Then you take the chair away. From a distance they look like two long cables tethering the barbarian to the ceiling. She won't be able to pull herself free and, with nothing to stand on, she won't be able to untie the knot.

You start up time again. She's still in her underwear, but now she's attached by her hair to the roof, incapable of kneeling down, bending over or running away. You savour her astonished expression.

"Where'd you buy that anti-wizard power? Doesn't seem to work too well."

"Gah! Damn that foolish apothecary! When I catch up with her, I'll give her such a spanking!"

"You'll have to wriggle free of my trap first." Now it's your turn to play to the crowd. You can tell they're back on your side. "What do you think, friends? It seems Gudrun hasn't learned her lesson after all. Shall I let her go, or shall I play a few more pranks on our poor little helpless barbarian?"

You cock your ears, listening to a dozen shouted lewd suggestions. "Quite the imagination you folks have! Well, pranks it is. Any last words, barbarian?"

Gudrun folds her arms across her chest. "Fine," she mutters. She's doing her best to pretend she doesn't care, though you can tell she's beginning to sweat with anticipation. "Do your worst."

"Oh, I will. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."