Tickle Livia.

Refusing the paintbrush, you instead step around behind Livia, on the other side of the pole. She squirms with shame, unable to see what you're doing but painfully aware she's about to be humiliated further. You rest your fingertips on her hips, enjoying the feel of her silk-soft skin. She tries to pull away from you, but she can't stop you touching her wherever you want.

"Hey, Livia. Are you ticklish?"

"I will fucking kill you. I mean it. Don't you dare... no... no, stop! Ahahahahahahaaaaaa! Stop!"

It turns out she's extremely ticklish. You dig your fingers into her ribs, forcing her to erupt in peals of laughter. "Stooooooohhhp! I hate you! I'll kill you! Ahahahahahahaaaaa!" You move lower, caressing her hips and stroking her inner thighs, making her squirm even more. Your hands range unpredictably across her body, now tormenting her under her arms, now tickling her around the navel. Her face is burning red and she can't stop herself from cackling with laughter, even as she's cursing your name.

"I'll see you dead for this! Eeeeheheheheheeeeeee!"

You give her nipples two firm pinches, making her yelp. Then you go and get Livia's panties from Gudrun, who's quaffing another ale and enjoying the show along with the rest of the crowd. You shove the panties into Livia's mouth, gagging her, and tie it into place with a piece of cloth. She tries to spit it out, shaking her head and spitting muffled curses at you, but all her efforts can't get it to budge.

You run your hand between her legs, seeking out her most sensitive places. She bucks her hips in involuntary pleasure, infuriated and aroused in equal measure. You lean in, placing your lips by her ear and speaking softly so that only she can hear you.

"Hey, Livia," you say. "I just want you to know that I'm the one who did this to you."

"Mmf?"

"I'm the one who stole your robe in the first place. I'm not going to tell you how. I just want you to know it was me. See, I love humiliating silly, pretty little things like you. I love stripping you down and making you blush and punishing you in front of everyone. And I just want you to know, while I'm tickling you, that you're completely helpless and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Ever. You're my toy."

"MMMMMFFF!"

"Anyway, my silly little toy, it's time for some more tickling. Some more public, naked tickling. And I'm also going to play with your tiny little tits. Enjoy!"

You redouble your efforts, stimulating Livia's sides with such vigor that she shrieks into her panty-gag, **** to get away from the shameful torment of your strong, supple fingers. She can't, of course. This really is a lot of fun. You tickle her for several more minutes before you switch to fondling her nude body, playing with her tits and pussy, bringing her almost to the verge of orgasm in front of a laughing crowd, before you snatch your hands away and return all of a sudden to tickling her. You can tell by the anger and frustration in her eyes that the mix of sensations is driving her insane. You repeat the cycle a few more times before you decide it's time to call it a day.

"Leave her there," you suggest to Gudrun. "On display for the rest of the evening."

Gudrun slips a finger between Livia's legs. "By Orcus' codpiece, she's wet as the bottom of the sea! She really is a little harlot!"

"Leave her aroused and unsatisfied, begging for more. It'll be funny."

"It shall be as you say. I do not know your name, stranger, but you have done the people of this tavern a great service on this day."

"Glad to be of service," you say. "Oh, there's one more thing..."