Rosamondo gives in

"Stop, stop, ye wretch! I yield! I give in!"

"You will?"

"Aye! I know when I'm beat, don't I?"

You make a gesture, and Rosamondo is lowered slowly to the ground. As soon as her feet touch the floor she stoops down, aiming to pull her breeches back up, but you shake your head.

"I like you like that, wench. So, where's this treasure, then?"

"I can't tell you. I have to show you."

You make another gesture, and Rosa is suddenly jerked back up towards the ceiling again, by both the front and the back of her panties this time. She gasps as she rocks back and forth, see-sawing on cotton.

"It ain't a trick, I swear! Only a true pirate captain can find her way to the treasure! It's cursed, so I tell you!"

"But you'll take me there?"

"Yes, yes! Only let me down!"

You let Rosa down. She shoots a smoldering glare at you, but there's not much else she can do. She stands there in the middle of the tavern floor, her breeches around her ankles, her underpants on display, not even daring to pull them back up. She's beaten, and she knows it. So does everyone else.

"I have a boat," she says, almost spitting the words. "I'll show ye right now."

"Sure. Lead the way."

"Can I..."

"No, I like you with your pants down. You'll stay like that."

"...aye."

"What was that?"

"...aye aye, captain."

On the way out, you grab the barmaid from where she's hiding in the crowd. You rip her dress and bra off and shove her into the centre of the room, bouncy, blonde, blushing and big-titted. "This one has to serve drinks in the nude for the rest of the night, and give her a spank for every drop she spills!"

"Hurrah!"

"Hurrah for Raider, the pirate king!"

"Eeeek! Stop looking at me, you bastards!"