Suggest bondage and display.

"Bind her to a pole!" you call out. "Make a decoration of her!" Your voice cuts through the crowd. Gudrun nods in agreement.

"By Bordeg's spear!" she says. "We'll put her tits and pussy on display for all the world and have her beauty brighten up the tavern. Stop squirming, girl. Somebody fetch me some rope and some paint."

Soon enough she's got Livia bound to a support pole in the centre of the tavern. Livia's hands are crossed behind the pole and bound to a loop of rope that's fastened firmly around the pole, making it impossible for her to move them. A broomstick has been tied to the pole and her ankles tied to the broomstick, forcing her to spread her legs embarrassingly wide. Gudrun takes a step back, admires her handiwork and laughs.

"I'll kill you!" howls Livia. "I'll fucking kill you! Let me go!"

"I'll let you go if you can close your legs." Gudrun watched Livia wriggle against her bonds, trying desperately to defeat the rope. "Hah! The wench cannot hide her shame! By Dragthor's bald spot, have you ever beheld such an amusing sight?"

"I'll fucking... put a curse on you! Bitch! Release me at once!"

From a nearby table, Gudrun picks up a paintbrush and a pot of red paint. She flicks the dry brush back and forth across Livia's nipples, making her whimper and moan, then provokes a gasp of **** pleasure by tickling her between the legs, sliding the stiff bristles in between the lips of Livia's pussy and stimulating her clit. She waits until Livia is wet, blushing and shuddering in front of everyone, before pulling back the brush and dipping it into the paint.

"Now," she says, smiling evilly, "to decorate you."

Ignoring Livia's curses and shrieks of protest, she sets about writing the words TINY TITS across Livia's chest, just above her tiny tits. Targets are painted on the tits themselves, concentric circles focused on her dark nipples. SHAVED LITTLE HARLOT is written below her navel, with several arrows pointing to her pussy, and LICK ME on her right inner thigh. On the left thigh, Gudrun draws a heart. She paints red circles on Livia's cheeks, dabs red paint on her nose and leaves a few more hearts across her body in random places.

"They're not tiny! Stop!"

"Who here thinks Livia's tits are tiny?"

You join in the general roar of approval. Gudrun takes a short bow as Livia screams insults and squirms in abject humiliation. Gudrun turns to you and beckons you forward.

"This was your idea, wasn't it?" she says. "Do you have anything to add?"