Slow her down.

At this rate, she'll be home in no time! You can't have that. You want Evellyn's walk of shame to last as long as possible, and you have a little plan to ensure that her humiliation is prolonged.

From a nearby naval supplies store, you fetch an anchor and a length of rope. It's difficult to drag through the streets, which is good. When you finally get it to Evellyn, you tie the rope around her left ankle, using a secure sailor's knot that's almost impossible to undo without expert assistance. Then you return to your hiding place to watch.

When time starts she almost trips over. She's not expecting her next step to require so much ****. She turns, and sees the anchor. For a moment she's too amazed to react, and then a tide of bright red embarrassment and fury sweeps across her face. It's as if she cannot believe that you're still, even after all this time, finding new ways to make her squirm.

She pulls at the anchor, experimentally. She can budge it, but it's hard. Easier to pick the rope up in her hands and drag it with her arms, but then she has no way to cover her bouncing tits and pretty pink pussy. She tries one way, then the other. Either way, the hooks of the anchor constantly catch on every little bump and protuberance in the street, forcing her to go back and disentangle it before she can proceed. She tries to pick at the rope around her ankle, but the knot won't budge.

You watch from a range of hidden alcoves, stifling hysterical laughter, as she hauls her burden through the streets, totally nude and blazing with frustrated anger. People are gawking at her from second-storey windows, calling their friends over to watch, even throwing the occasional egg. For the proud, haughty Evellyn, it's ****. She alternates between covering herself, moving at a snail's pace, and using her arms to pull, exposing her nubile body for absolutely everyone to see. Neither way allows her to regain even a scrap of dignity. You've made her into a public laughing-stock, stripped naked and on display before the entire neighbourhood. There's no way out, and nothing she can do but grin and bare it.

She should look on the bright side, you think. Only seventeen more blocks to go.