That’s not her sword

Jessica's hand tightens around the hilt of her sword, her eyes blazing with fury as she pulls it from its scabbard and points it directly at you. "You'll pay for this," she snarls, her voice dripping with venom.

With a swift motion Jessica draws her weapon and gestures it towards you. Yet her expressions shifts from determination to confusion, taken off balance by the sight in front of her: Rather than her trusty blade she’s holding a short wooden cane… with a frilly red bra and panties tied in a knot around the end, dangling mockingly in front of her.

”Seems like you dropped something”, you remark, casually gesturing at the swaying undergarments. It takes Jessica a few seconds to properly register that those are own unmentionables. You can see in her eyes she starts to recognize the aftermath of a faint shifting sensation under her clothes, and her dawning horror as she realizes you somehow removed her underwear and attached them to the stick in her hand, displayed for everyone to see. "How did you..." Jessica begins, her voice trailing off in disbelief.

You interrupt her by nodding downwards towards the ground: ”Seems like you dropped something else too.”

Jessica follows your eye line down, finding her pants to have sagged down into a pool of fabric around her ankles. Observers on the plaza hoot and whistle as they’re looking straight at her exposed cunny, while behind her the faces of several tavern patrons are smushed against the windows staring at her bare buttocks.

The guardswoman shrieks, drops the cane and quickly crouches down to pull her pants back up. You giggle maniacally and hop backwards, disappearing around the corner into the adjacent alley. Her reason overcome by humiliated anger, Jessica hoists her pants up over her ass and half-runs half-stumbles after you, followed by a chorus of wolf-whistles.