Send Myrella home

"Did you hear?" says one of the many, many elegantly dressed aristocrats currently attending an extravagant masquerade ball at Cupperbottom Hall, Myrella's extravagant country estate. "Lady Myrella was kidnapped by goblins last week!"

"No!" hisses another aristocrat, scandalised. Aristocrats love nothing better than humiliating each other, of course, and the higher rank the aristocrat, the more juicy the humiliation. "How wicked. Did they take her right out of her carriage?"

"Aye, and left four buxom maidservants bound and gagged by the side of the road," says the first aristocrat, cheerfully. His name, as it happens, is Lord Cholmondimley Verdigerderiger Windercostleputtleswaithe, but luckily his friends call him Chum. "But that's not even the most scandalous part."

"What's the most scandalous part?" asks the second aristocrat, whose name is Lady Faye. She's blonde, in a fashionably low-cut dress, though of course not too low-cut, since she would of course be incredibly embarrassed if any of her fellow aristocrats actually saw her breasts. "Please, tell me! Oh, how I despise Lady Myrella!"

"Why, oh Lady Faye, do you despise her so?"

"Never mind that," snaps Lady Faye, momentarily recalling a certain evening when Lady Myrella had accidentally-on-purpose spilt an entire ice-cream sundae into her cleavage. "Give me the gossip."

"Why, they say that the maidservants were left not only bound and gagged, but..." Chum's voice drops to a theatrical stage whisper. "NAKED!"

"Oh, pshaw," says Lady Faye, with a dismissive wave. "Getting left bound and gagged and naked is always happening to maidservants. Frankly, they have it coming for being so buxom and... and servanty."

"But they say," says Chum, his voice dropping to an even stagier and more theatrical whisper, and getting slightly louder, so the eavesdropping maidservants could more easily overhear, "that the goblins also stripped Lady Myrella... NAKED."

Lady Faye blinks once, slowly, and says, "No. Don't be ridiculous. The universe wouldn't be so kind."

There's a flash of light, and the Lady Myrella appears in the empty space in the middle of the ballroom. The room falls totally silent. Hundreds of very surprised, very good-looking aristocrats in formal evening wear, all turn to look at her.

There she stands. Dishevelled. Hair a mess. Still in collar and chains, wrists locked around shoulder height. Another length of steel running between her ankles, preventing her from either closing her legs or taking more than the tiniest, mincing steps. Crimson silk panties shoved in her mouth as a gag.

The Lady Faye is the first person to break the suspense. She walks up to Myrella, across the empty dancefloor. Hundreds of aristocratic eyes watch her every movement.

She points to Myrella, from ten feet away. She clears her throat, and says, loud enough so even the maidservants currently scrubbing dishes in the kitchen can hear, "HA HA HA HA HA! MYRELLA'S NAKED!"

Instantly the entire room bursts into cacophonous laughter and thunderous applause. Chum is on the floor, cackling hysterically. Myrella's wide dark eyes dart around the ballroom, looking for an exit to her predicament. None is forthcoming.

If her ankles weren't shackled, she'd be able to sprint for the exit. Which is why you shackled her ankles. Instead, the extremely red-faced, squirming, furious duchess can do literally nothing else but stand there and take it. Her perfect classical-statue body, with its high elegant breasts and round, mathematically perfect bottom, is exposed in the middle of the ballroom for hundreds of people to see, and they all think it's hilarious how embarrassed she is about it.

She can't even close her legs, as Faye points directly to the dark triangle of hair between her thighs and says "EVERYONE CAN SEE YOUR PUSSY, MYRELLA! HA HA HA!"