They flee the dungeon in bonds

The valley outside bleak and grey, the midday sky above seeming to be perpetually overcast. Then the silence gets broken.

Noises emerge from the dark door at the valley’s end; first softly, and then increasingly louder. Finally Tyra and Diana exit from the blackness beyond the threshold, a stiffled mixture of shock, embarrassment and humiliation eminating from mouths gagged with their own bras.

The emerge into the daylight starknaked, the last vestiges of clothing that remain to them being their socks and boots. Their hands are tightly bound behind their backs with a linked rope, and a second of rope is now affixed around their ankles, forcing them to hop out of the dungeon’s interior, boobs bouncing up and down with wild abandon with every jump. To an onlooker it would have been a hilarious sight, to see them confidently enter the dungeon and emerge barely ten minutes later naked in bondage. Behind them the sound of grinding stone is audible, indicating the dungeon rearranging itself - just in case they ever make a second attempt.

As they flee the canyon they face the mortifying prospect of a long trip naked, bound and gagged in the hopes of finding something sharp enough to undo their bindings, to find new clothes, and all the while avoid anyone gazing upon their predicament.

You stripped these ladies of all their dignity with nothing but some mage hands and a short stun. Somewhere out there, the dungeonbuilder is smiling.