Remove Gudrun's underwear.

You hold Gudrun's green bra and panties up where she can see them. Her eyes go wide as she realises what she's missing. Her gigantic breasts, her wide round succulent nipples, her full strong buttocks and the wild tangle of rust-red curls between her powerful thighs are all exposed for the viewing pleasure of you, Livia and everyone else in the tavern.

"I once knew a foul enchanter who used his dark arts to enslave a beautiful princess," you tell her. "He used to make her walk down to the marketplace, nude except for a golden collar and trembling like an autumn leaf, and purchase him only the finest fresh fruits and vegetables, paying for them by letting the stall-owners pinch her tits and smack her bottom. Compared to that, you're getting off lightly."

"Let me go! Return my clothes, you devil from the deepest of the seven hells!" Gudrun flies at you, but is brought up short by her own hair. She tugs and yanks at the knot, grabbing her braids and pulling them, but it's no use. She's stuck there in the middle of the tavern.

You throw her bra and panties so they land at her feet. She tries to pick them up, but she can't get her hands low enough to the ground. She grunts and moans with frustration as she tries to stoop to pick them up, but they're just too far out of her reach. And all the while her big bouncing boobs are dancing for the whole tavern, her buttocks are flexing as she throws herself back and forth, her parting thighs display glimpses of her beautiful and unprotected pussy beneath its thicket of red curls. The crowd is loving it. You feel a real kinship with these people. They're enjoying her shame as much as her nudity, taking as much pleasure in the way she's making a spectacle of herself as they are in the sight of her bare body. You can respect that.

Gudrun gives up and stands there panting, covering herself with her hands, pressing one arm tightly against her huge breasts and the other between her legs. There's nothing she can do to hide her bottom, of course, and a well-slung peach stone bounces off her left buttock, making her snarl in frustration and eliciting another roar of laughter from the crowd. "I'll have your arse for this, wizard! You'll rue the day you mocked Gudrun the Great!"

"More like Gudrun the Nude. Try picking them up with your toes."

"What? Oh."

Gudrun inches out a foot and tries to pick up her panties with her toes. It takes her a couple of tries, and then it's an amusing sight to watch her hopping around on one bare foot trying to pass them up to her hand. A couple more stones bounce off her buttocks, thrown by an anonymous face in the crowd, distracting her and making her drop the panties. A stream of curses follows. The whole process has to start again from the beginning, of course.

Triumph lights up her face as she finally gets the panties into her hand, followed by a crestfallen moment as she realises she has no idea how she's actually going to put them on. She tries to jump a little, but it's clear that she can't get her ankles high enough. Then, light dawns. She stands on one leg again, bends her other leg up behind her, loops the panties over her ankle and brings them up to around her knee. She lowers her leg and pulls them all the way up to her hip. Then she bends the other leg up behind her and does her best to repeat the process with the other leg-hole of the panties. It's difficult, and requires more flexibility than she really has, but at long last she manages to get the garment all the way up both legs and onto her hips, just barely covering her. She folds her arms over her breasts and offers you a fierce smile.

You smile back. You hold up something for her to see. It's her panties. She looks down, and her smile collapses into absolute frustrated fury as she sees she's naked again. She opens her mouth to roar defiance at you. Can't have that, obviously.