Strip the Sister and all the novices, of course.

As if you could pass a chance like this up. You have all that spare lingerie, as well.

You go from girl to girl. The Sister Superior is the first to find herself denuded. You leave her completely naked, enormous breasts hanging free, big round bottom bare, black triangle between her strong legs exposed to all the world. She's gagged with an apple and bound to the cast-iron fence that separates the temple from the street, spread-eagled with everything on show.

You give the girls a few moments to contemplate this sight. They hesitate, frozen by shock and indecision, before deciding as one that they're faced with some sort of evil, perverted magic and scattering in all directions. They can't escape, of course. You stroll round the square at your leisure, deciding who to pick and how to make them blush first.

A freckled, plump redhead is dressed in a flouncy white negligee and shackled by her ankles to a grate that keeps blasting wind up her skirt, revealing her lack of panties. You bind her hands to an overhead beam to ensure she can't cover herself.

A sullen, skinny, dark-haired girl is dressed in a black fishnet body stocking, handcuffed to a pole and covered head to toe in sticky honey. You make sure to rub it into her beautiful hair, and follow up by dusting her with flour.

An athletic brunette is dressed in a tight leather bodice, with nothing below the waist to hide the tuft of chestnut hair that covers her pussy, and left out in the open with her hands tied behind her back and her ankle shackled to a peg in the ground. The key to the shackle is just above her, hanging from a string, high enough that she'll have to jump and try to grab it with her mouth. She can't reach it, of course.

Two handsome blondes of about the same height are stripped nude and bound closely together, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. You seat them both on a wooden rail that presses up between their spread legs and fix them so they can't wriggle away from each other.

A dark-skinned girl with an arrogant gleam in her eye is bent over the edge of a wagon with the skirt of her habit flipped up and her panties pulled down. She's tied in place, the words SPANK ME are written in red on her exposed, presented bottom and you leave the wooden spoon in easy reach.

You do a few more things to a few more novices and stand back, marvelling at the chaos you've unleashed. You start up time again. The resulting chorus of squeals, cries of outrage, gagged curses and polite applause from the townsfolk is music to your ears. You notice that no-one, not even the townswomen, are stepping in to set the humiliated priestesses free. People really don't like street preachers, you guess. Especially the ones who won't let you pass.

As you turn to walk away you catch a snippet of conversation.

"I love it when wizards play these pranks. It's always the best part of my day."

"Pretty embarrassing for the girls, though."

"Pal, that's exactly what's so great about it."