Start up time, leaving Livia naked.

Gudrun blinks, startled. "What happened to your clothes?"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CLOTHES!"

Every head in the bar turns to look as Livia squeals and tries to cover herself. The expression of bewilderment, astonishment and absolute excruciating embarrassment that appears on her face is everything you could have hoped for. Gudrun's still holding her left arm, so she can only try to cover herself with her right. It darts back and forth erratically between her small breasts and clean-shaven pussy, trying and failing to conceal her shame.

Gudrun tips her head back and bellows with laughter. "Divine punishment!" she cries, raising Livia's hand high so the shorter girl is **** to balance on her toes. "This insolent wench transgressed against me, and the gods have punished her for her hubris! Behold her in her cringing, naked glory!"

"No! Don't behold me! Stoooooop!" Livia squirms as she feels a score of eyes creep across her pretty bare body. The tavern-dwellers, scoundrels and blackguards all, whistle and stamp their feet in approval. "I just wanted a driiiiiiiiink!"

Gudrun picks up her ale and tips it over Livia's head, making the girl splutter as ale splashes into her face and trickles down her shoulders. "Let the wench amuse us!" she cries. "How shall we shame her further? I'm taking suggestions from the audience!"