Tour the dungeons

The next morning, you spend some time touring the dungeons. Dozens of captive, buxom milkmaids, tavern wenches, noblewomen, girls you went to school with, irate lady paladins and other charmingly dishevelled members of the female sex are trapped in a staggeringly wide range of humiliating predicaments, each more inventive than the last. You stroll from one to the next, enjoying the view.

The sexy peasant girls you brought in yesterday are all being made to squirm in a variety of amusing ways. Some are dangling from the ceiling in complex goblin shibari bondage, lead weights clamped to the nipples of their full, swaying breasts as giggling goblins tickle them with feathers on the ends of long poles. Some are strapped down over benches while condescending succubi paddle their plump bottoms bright red and whisper creative insults into their ears. Some are in the slime pits, getting their breasts and bottoms fondled by the happiest tentacle monsters in the world.

Melia, the red-haired, big-titted, round-bottomed and extraordinarily buxom milkmaid, is standing stark naked in the middle of a circle drawn on the floor, her arms chained to a hook in the ceiling so she can't cover anything up. A beholder floats just outside the circle, ogling her with its ten eyes.

Now, one funny thing about a beholder is that each one of its eyes projects an extremely powerful Shame Ray. The Shame Rays only work on women, of course. Feeling a beholder ogle her body, peering at her breasts, staring at her ass and shamelessly eyeing her pussy, is for a woman the most embarrassing thing imaginable. Being in a room with a beholder, even fully clothed, is so embarrassing that lady paladins sheathed from head to toe in plate mail will drop their swords and squeal as they try to cover up.

Of course, if the woman in question happens to be completely stark naked from head to toe, letting the beholder see not only the vague contours of her body but every last intimate detail, from the exact shape of her nipples to the precise colour of her labia, is approximately a million times more embarrassing.

If a beholder comes across a naked woman in a labyrinth, perhaps one who's already been stripped bare by a succession of ingenious traps and goblin panty thieves, she'll be so paralysed by embarrassment she won't even be able to run away. Making it easy for the goblins to tie her up and carry her down to the dungeon, where they can **** her by letting the beholder look at her some more. Beholders, of course, absolutely love staring at naked girls, so this arrangement works out great for them.

Beholders are very fast, very smart and practically immortal. The female adventurers of the world absolutely hate them.

Melia is gagged to prevent her from squealing too much, but her pretty, freckled face glows a gorgeous shade of red, and she squirms and wriggles endlessly, hopping from one foot to the other, toes curling with shame as the beholder's gaze mercilessly roves over the sweat-slick slopes of her breasts, her pink nipples, her plump round bottom, her soft, squeezable, faintly freckled thighs and the ginger curls adorning her pretty pink pussy. Right now she's really, really wishing the goblins hadn't been able to capture her so easily.

But they were.

So now she has to stand her, naked, for everyone to see, bathed in shame from the Shame Rays and embarrassed beyond belief. For as long as you like. Unless, of course, someone comes to rescue her.