Steal her horse.

You wait until Evellyn's positioned just right before playing your next prank. It's difficult to get a horse out from under a riding woman without disturbing her, but you've got experience in this kind of thing. You leave it tethered somewhere a few streets away, beside a big pile of hay and a trough of water. You may enjoy being mean to women, but never let it be said you aren't kind to animals.

Evellyn's now positioned in midair, with no means of support and all the momentum of her ride. You watch her fly through the air in slow motion, breasts bouncing and legs kicking, mouth open in surprise as she soars towards her landing site - another big pile of hay. You wouldn't want her to get hurt, after all. She lands in the hay with a soft thump and you hide on a rooftop to watch her emerge in normal time, stark naked, spitting out bits of hay, pieces of straw stuck in her hair.

There's a smattering of applause from the passing citizens of the town, who've mostly stopped what they're doing to watch the show. Evellyn is befuddled for a moment, the fall having driven all thoughts of her nudity from her mind. Then she remembers where she is, what she's doing and who she's dealing with. She looks down, squeals and ducks back into the hay, trying to cover her bare body with handfuls of the dry yellow substance. Unfortunately for her, it's very itchy. The more she tries to hide itself, the closer she presses the hay up against herself and the more it prickles and tickles all her most **** areas. She's in a well-trafficked part of town, and all her wriggling about can't help but draw more attention to her.

She lets out an adorable little whimper of frustration as she realises how limited her options are. She can't stay here forever. You've trapped her once again. She has to face the fact that the only way home involves a walk of shame.

She stands up, clasping a handful of straw to her breasts and another between her legs. Her beautiful bottom is bare and there's nothing she can do to hide it from the lustful gazes of the peasantry. She takes a moment to orient herself, during which everyone in the street gets a good look at her, before taking off at a dead run in the general direction of her home. Pieces of straw trail after her.