Rosamondo gets a levitation wedgie

An invisible **** takes hold of the back of Rosamondo's lacy white bloomers, yanking her violently into the air. The scowl is wiped off her pretty face, replaced by a gasp of panic as her hands fly to her tormented bottom. Her legs kick as she dangles helplessly, three feet above the crowd, supported by nothing but the panty-fabric now drawn tight between her buttocks.

"Foul sorcery!"

"Hey, all's fair in love and war."

"Fight me like a man, ye wretch! Put me down right now!"

"What's that? Pull your pants down right now?"

"Don't mince my words, you scoundrel!"

"Far be it from me to deny a lady!" You wiggle your fingers, and Rosamondo's breeches are yanked down around her boots, revealing pale freckled legs and a pert little heart-shaped bottom. The bloomers have vanished between her cheeks, exposing most of her posterior to the amused crowd. She squeals and spits curses as you teasingly bob her up and down, spinning her around so everyone can enjoy her pantsless state.

"I'll make ye walk the plank, ye cursed mongrel!"

You shake your head disapprovingly. "Not very polite language from a lady. Why, I've half a mind to put you over my knee and give you a proper spanking, in front of all these people."

"Ye wouldn't dare!"

"Of course I would. I love spanking naughty girls like you. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you want to tell me where the treasure is..."