Strip Lilania and dress her in sexy new underwear.

This girl's practically begging to be the victim of one of your little pranks. How can you resist? And in the long run it'll probably be good for her.

First you lower her wimple, revealing masses of bound blonde hair. You remove her hairpins one by one, giving her a second each time to process what's happening. When all her hair is loose and falling down around her shoulders you strip her of the wimple and the rest of her habit, letting it collapse around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a plain, sturdy white bra. Her bottom is slim, pert and pale and there's a neatly-trimmed little triangle of golden hair between her slender legs. Her breasts are a little bigger than you expected. They spill free from her bra, one by one, as you unfasten the garment and spirit it away. Her nipples are round and rosy pink.

You look her up and down, grinning. You'd enjoy leaving like this, nude and **** and exposed to the lustful gazes of half the town, but you're not quite finished with her. There's still a few adjustments to make.

You grope her a little bit, just to figure out her measurements, then run for the nearest lingerie store. You return with an armful of lacy garments and makeup.

You dress her in a quarter-cup red satin corset that leaves her rosy nipples bare, a tiny red lace thong with a heart-shaped gusset, a red garter belt, thigh-high red lace stockings and red high heels. You do her lips with the reddest and brightest shade of make-up you can find, mascara her eyes, dab her cheeks with blush and rogue her nipples a little bit to make them extra red. As a finishing touch you plant a red bow in her hair. When you're done she doesn't look like a pure little priestess at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

When you start up time again the reaction is everything you could have hoped for. She looks down at herself, then back up at you, amazement and outrage in her face. "What... what have you done?"

"Did you really think that little symbol would protect you? Why, Lilania, I'm an avatar of the Blazing Lady herself. The very Princess of Darkness born in mortal flesh! And I'm here to give you a little taste of the torments that await you in the underworld!"

For the first time she realises that she's being gawked at by several dozen peasants, most of whom are enjoying her predicament. She sinks to her knees, folds her arms across her exposed chest and squeals. "No! Not the underworld! Stay back!"

"Oh, yes. You masturbated once, didn't you?" It's a shot in the dark, but a reasonable one. "Because of that, your soul is mine forever! You'll be dressed up as a half-naked harlot and dragged through the fiery streets for all eternity!"

"Noooooo! Don't look at my shame!"

"Hey, everyone!" shouts a fruit vendor. "Look at this priestess' shame!"

"Yeah!"

"We love other people's shame!"

"Don't drag me to the underworld, Blazing Lady! Don't put me on display! I'm sorry I'm such a dirty little giiiiiiiirl!"

You laugh. "Just kidding. I'm only a regular wizard. Anyway, see you later."

You make it five steps before she's on top of you, pulling your hair, punching and kicking. "How dare you! Despicable animal! Give me back my clothes or feel the full wrath of the Goddess! I know spells, you know!"