Vulnerary applied to the skin

"Well then, thankfully this could be a lot worse. I think a vulnerary should be good enough for this..." she spoke, a devious idea forming in her mind. If Bernadetta wanted attention, she was sure as hell going to get it. Fishing out a surprisingly large vial from within the inside of her cape, she pulled it away when the young girl tried to reach for it, presumably wanting to just get this over with. "You're not getting out of this that easily" Manuela thought.

"Unfortunately, we've recently been running low on our medical supplies, so this is a bit old and stale. It will still work, but it would be better to avoid the oral route. It should still be just as effective if used topically, though!" Manuela spoke matter-of-factly, lying as naturally as she breathed. Edelgard nodded, completely accepting the explanation with no question, while Bernadetta simply looked confused, presumably not sure what "Topically" meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. "Now, Edelgard, could you be a dear and hold onto Bernadetta here? I can't have her fidgeting around while I work, we need to avoid wasting any more."

Edelgard was happy to comply, grabbing a hold of both of Bernadetta's wrists from behind. This was just to help her, after all. It had nothing to do with how, from this position, she could feel Bernadetta's body rubbing against her, her callipygian cheeks pressing against her as she squirmed. She would never take advantage of her like that, after all.

Bernadetta, meanwhile, was freaking out even worse than usual. She was unable to move out of Edelgard's freakishly strong grip, or even cry out for help from one of the many, MANY viewers watching due to the silence spell. Not that they would do anything, considering how they all currently had a free show at her completely uncovered body. Bernie could see Petra in the back of the crowd, staring at her like a predator stalks her prey... and Dorothea pushing her way to the front, wanting to get a front-row seat to the poor girls humiliation... M-maybe she was just seeing things. They were her friends... t-they wouldn't be so happy to watch her life get ruined...

Bernadetta had her anxiety-ridden thoughts cut off as she suddenly had something cold thrown onto her chest. Manuela had just intentionally spilled a great deal of vulnerary onto her body, allowing the viscous fluid to run down her breasts, giving many in the audience an idea of what she'd look like with a certain other type of fluid on her. She gave a silent shriek as she felt the older womans hands begin rubbing it over her petite chest, vaguely in the area of her wounds, but just barely. Time and time again, she ran her hands over the young girls nipples, the nubs stiffening to become rock-hard from the freezing cold medicine and constant molestation. She could see the professor smirking as she ran her hands over her, gradually getting lower and lower, before settling her hands on the recluse's hips.

"I need you to relax. I'm a physician, remember?" she said smugly, listening to the crowd's obvious enjoyment. While she wasn't exactly lying, she WAS a performer first and foremost. It was up to her to give the crowd what it wanted, after all. And, she had to admit, it was rather fun to see the cute young introvert squirm every time she put her hands on her. While she may not prefer women, she was well aware that many in the crowd would kill to be in her position right now, giving "medical attention" to her.

Bernadetta desperately tried to squeeze her legs together tight, trying to keep the songstress's hands away from her untouched honeypot. This was a nightmare, it had to be. She'd wake up soon and it would all be over. Unfortunately, she knew she was kidding herself, as she felt her legs forcefully spread, along with a cold hand beginning to trace over her crotch, her soft lower lips glistening from the vulnerary, much to the enjoyment of her viewers.

After what felt like an eternity, the professor pulled back, happy with her work. However, she wasn't nearly done yet...

"Turn her around, would you Edelgard? I need to look at the wounds on her back, too." she sweetly asked, knowing the next part would definitely be an enjoyable experience for both Edelgard and the general public.

Flipping the shorter girl around, Edelgard happily pressed her body against hers, trying to make it look as if she was simply comforting her with a hug as Manuela worked. It was quite obvious, though, that this did not calm Bernadetta in the slightest, likely due to their bodies pressing together so tightly. Still, no matter how hard she struggled, she could still not escape, her futile efforts only giving a show to her cruel viewers as her ass wiggled from side to side, clearly showing the large scratch that still needed medical treatment.

Reapplying some more medicine to her hands, Manuela grabbed two handfuls of Bernadetta's rear, the flesh looking like it was almost being kneaded in her hands. Spreading the young girls cheeks apart, she allowed the watching crowd to get a complete, unrestricted view of her "patient's" tight, crinkled anus, never seen by anyone before today. She could feel the girl shaking under her hands, silently pleading for her to stop. Manuela began squeezing, pressing and kneading the two orbs, showing off the girls beautifully large derriere, being the clear result of her inactive lifestyle and love of peach sorbet.

Finally, Bernadetta felt the freezing cold hands end their molestation of her body, hoping that it was all over... Before a sharp, stinging pain ran through her lower body as a loud SMACK filled the air. Looking down, Bernie could see a bright red palm print over her left cheek, and Professor Manuela looking up innocently at her.

"Sorry for that last part, I thought I saw a bug that needed to be swatted. Anyway, that should be all for now. Was there anything else you needed?"

"N-no, I... I'll be fine" Bernadetta managed to stutter out, barely holding back tears and too stressed to realize she was now able to speak. Finally being released from Edelgard's grasp, she simply stood there, unmoving, to the point where Manuela began to think she might have gone too far and broken the poor girl. Her fears were unfounded, however, when Bernadetta finally let out an ear-piercing shriek and barrelled past the crowd with surprisingly deft footwork, slamming through the doors and sprinting somewhere into the courtyard.

Edelgard simply blinked as she saw her run off, slightly saddened that she wasn't thanked for her generosity. She supposes she can't really blame the girl, however. "Huh... I never knew she was so afraid of insects..."

Bernadetta ran. She didn't care where she was going, she just needed to get away from here as quick as possible. At this point she was just going to enter the first empty room she saw and never come out ever again, which is what she should have done in the first place. Everywhere she looked, prying eyes could see her body, still glistening from the vulnerary "oh-so-generously" rubbed into her skin.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she shrieked, knowing nobody would listen to her pleas. Turning the corner, she slammed headfirst into someone, knocking her off her feet and onto her butt.

"Bernadetta? What's going on?"