Send her home, then go to the local tavern

“I’ll make you pay for this”

“Maybe so but you’re giving me this view for free”

“Pervert!”, she snaps back at you

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but my fingers stripped you naked,” you gleefully mangle the proverb.

“Stop it!”

“You better get that sexy ass in motion then.”

Reluctantly, the thoroughly humiliated warrior-maiden turns to leave. Carefully at first, scouting whether there is anyone around, and then she breaks into a run.

You head to the local tavern and order an ale, and you go to sit at a table in the center and listen. The tavern was always a good place to hear about local events, who had money, new treasures, and other juicy tidbits.

A couple of soldiers from Baron Ivagor's castle came in. They ordered drinks and food and sat down. "One more day 'til that..." the guard looked around then lowered his voice, "bitch daughter o' his turns nineteen."

"Yeah, and we get stuck escortin' all those 'fine young lasses' to the party while they look down their noses at us," said the other.

"Each wearing clothing and jewelry worth more than a lifetime's wages for the likes of us."

"And it's not like lady Flavia is even their friend. She'd make them chambermaids in a flash if any of them lost their wealth."

The two gruffly drank their ales, but you think. It sounds appealing, but you're not sure if it's worth the hassle.