See what Evellyn does.

Evellyn stands in the middle of the tavern, in her underwear, face burning, trying to conjure up the courage to do what has to be done. She knows there's only one way out of her predicament, but she really, really doesn't want to have to peel off her panties in front of everyone. The clientele are pointing and laughing and shouting ribald comments. Vanessa's enjoying the show, a wicked smile playing across her lips.

You could intervene, but you'd rather let this play out by itself. You add your voice to the chorus of cheers and wolf-whistles as Evellyn bites her lip and, reluctantly, lets her hands fall to her waistband and starts undoing the straps of her garterbelt. She does her best to cover her sex as she slides the garment down her luscious thighs and off her pretty ankles, but there's no concealing her beautiful bottom. It's on display for the whole tavern, and they're loving the show.

"I hate you," she mutters. "I hate all of you." It's drowned out by the applause. You watch her bottom wiggle as she makes a beeline for the back door. You also quickly zip by and retrieve her undies - finder's keepers after all.