The counselor is stripped of her valuables by Gedd's men

"Go on, men... See if she's got anything worth taking. Start with that amulet of hers... The sign of the church makes me sick," the bandit leader spat, leaving the menial work to his men. The pleased chortles of the men, however, indicated that they were rather excited at the prospect of getting their hands on this haughty, curvaceous woman.

The purple-haired counselor grit her teeth at her own indiscretion. It actually wouldn't do for them to take her amulet... if that came off, she'd be exposed as an angel immediately. Instead, she clutched the amulet inside her fist, said a small prayer to Geod, and used the power granted to her to cause the amulet to become invisible. Hopefully, one of the thieves would think it had been immediately seized by the others... it ought to be hard to tell in the darkness of the alley. With that task finished, she cleared her throat, then continued her helpless performance. "You dare raise hands and arms against a servant of the Holy Church of Merridan?! Where is your piety?" she questioned, now making a show of struggling against the bandits as one on each side grabbed hold of her wrists.

"My piety must have been taken along with everything else when one of your bloody angels robbed me and my family years ago," Gedd complained, narrowing his eyes hatefully, even as he joked. "You're just helping me make up that loss."

The handsy bandits patted the counselor's curves down generously, half of them on the prowl for anything valuable hidden inside her wardrobe, others just enjoying the feeling of her soft body underneath and the velvet allure of her midnight-black dress. One took her purse, then another her rings. Another ineffectually fiddled with her earrings, trying to get them off without yanking. His ineffectiveness was annoying, but she appreciated that he didn't simply pull them. As that mess adjourned, the rest escalated; the man with the rope eagerly tied her hands behind her back, while the others set about the work of removing that inappropriately expensive looking dress she'd gone out in. Annoyingly, one was yanking it up from her legs, while the other more reasonably unbuttoned it from the back.

Finally, the two together got it off, revealing the rest of her ensemble: from the bottom up, they saw black pumps upon the feet, long, black stockings upon her thick legs, rising all the way up to the thighs to connect with narrow bands to a garter-belt around the waist. Strained against her massive ass were black, frilled panties... some of the men were already eyeing those with avaricious intent. Beyond that, she wore a black corset, obviously doing a bit of work against the softness of her 40-something year old desk-jockey body, which hadn't held up its muscle so well once the inquisition had ended. Her breasts were quite large and looked fit to burst from the top of that corset, which apparently doubled as her bra like a bustier. Of course, past that, she still wore her hairbands, but no longer her glasses; an especially malicious thief saw the gold chain hanging from them, tipped with a rosary, and decided it would fetch a fine price.

"How about it? Still feeling confident in Geod's protection?" Gedd questioned, tilting his head slightly with a cold smile in his eyes.

"You're the ones risking your immortal souls for the base sin of larceny," Ursula spat, literally. Her hands were tied now, so she couldn't protest further than that.

"Sounds like she's still holding out, boys. Keep going," he urged them, flapping one hand carelessly. Obeying his command, they began to remove the rest, lifting each leg roughly to pull off her shoes, then beginning to disconnect the garters, just careful enough to avoid cutting them. They needed to resell these afterward, after all. The man with rope had set about happily tying her ankles together once those were off. Behind her, another had taken to unwrapping the cords of her bustier, but there were many, so it was somewhat slow work. Finally, one of the others got impatient and cut the rest with his knife, then took the corset off for himself, causing a minor dispute to erupt between him and the other man that had supposed he had dibs on it. For the coup de grace, the short, curly haired rope-tier yanked her panties down her legs, then struggled with getting them past the feet due to his own knot... in the end, one of the others cut the side for him. Determined to go all the way, a final thief yanked the hair-ties out from her braid, causing her voluminous purple locks to fall around her nakedness shamelessly.

Thus exposed, every bit of her soft, quivering, pale white flesh was visible to the appreciative thieves. With her hands tied behind her back, she could do nothing to cover her puffy pink nipples, which hinted at her arousal with their protrusion, nor the uniquely lavender, poorly trimmed bush between her legs. They all marveled at the size of the formerly haughty woman's curves. Ursula had never been so ashamed, but... nor had she ever been so aroused. In this situation... surely... surely they all knew what came next? "You're all disgraces in Geod's eyes! I can't believe you'd steal from a steward of our lord!" she insulted them all, prompting them to further action.

"Ha! I can't believe you're still going on about Geod in this situation! How fucked up in the brain does that church make you nuns?" Gedd half-laughed, half-cursed, now approaching closer. "I hate to break it to you, sugar-tits, but we've taken everything you have. You still want more punishment?"

"My punishment will be nothing compared to your own," Ursula taunted him further, even as her disheveled hair fell across her eyes. "Yes... punishment! Now's the time... Punish me with your cocks!" she thought to herself, her clenched teeth momentarily warping into a grin as she anticipated the coming of the prize she'd wanted all along.