Who cares? Humiliations all around!

"Your father never told you about me?" The witch asked. "No matter. I was hoping to grab him, but I believe your embarrassment will do just fine."

Piahla nervously rose up and began speaking in a haughty tone. "Clearly you do not know of us! We are an important delegation meant to bring peace to the land! Release us at once and -"

Piahla's clothes suddenly tore right off and flew out the window, leaving the poor elf as bare as her Baron. She screamed and covered herself as best she could while the witch mocked her. "You elves never learned when to shut up."

"Then there is no time for talking!" Rolga said, grabbing a nearby hammer.

"Let us fight!" Shanks agreed.

The two charged at the Witch, but she was well prepared. She sent an energy blast at Rolga, knocking her backwards and disintegrating her armor and underclothes. The hammer fell apart into tiny pieces, leaving Rolga dazed and nude on the cold floor.

Shanks raised her sword to fight, but the Witch simply tapped her breastplate with her staff. It fell completely off, revealing not only the half-orc's chest, but clumps of tissue in the plating. The Witch sneered with contempt. "So the rumors are true. You do stuff your armor!"

Shanks, more humiliated than angry, dropped her sword to cover her small breasts. "S-Shut up! I am a warrior!"

The Witch tapped the floor with her staff, causing the bottom half of Shank's uniform to fall to the ground before vanishing into dust. "A warrior with no armor."

Stepping back to admire her handiwork, the Witch grinned lecherously at her captives. Hunk in chains on the wall, Rolga too weak to fight, and Shanks and Piahla too embarrassed to move. Only the human knight remained.

Hilda put her hand on her sword hilt. It's enchantment was the one thing she could rely on. The Witch saw her move and raised a glowing finger. "I warn you, woman: if that sword leaves its sheath, you will stand as shameful as these ladies. Are you willing to risk it?"