Yes

You wave your hand, and her restraints are gone. You watch as she lies on the floor, breathing heavily, struggling not to vomit from the taste of urine in her mouth and nausea brought on by your presence.

"Come along, adviser...I want to show you something..." You turn away and don't bother to look back, as she eventually staggers after you.

You lead her naked, aching form down the blackened halls of the dungeon, enjoying the looks of despair that appear on her faces when she sees old allies behind the bars. Empress Salda strapped to a vibrating throne. Zahra Hydris trapped naked in a cage, being swarmed with black tentacles. Lilith Daturai hanging from a rack, while her laughing sisters whipped and fucked her.

You stop in front of a cell with a solid door, rather than a series of bars and it opens at your approach. You gesture for your humiliated companion to go first, and she does, walking into a brightly lit chamber with eyes wide and wary.

Inside, is Pike Trickfoot.

The heart of Vox Machina, a stalwart cleric and champion of a goddess who no longer holds sway over this universe. She is currently naked, in golden chains and standing on a wooden stage in front of a sea of laughing spectators. Her once prized symbol of her goddess has been turned into a plug buried deep in her ass and her once beautiful armor has been stripped down and turned into the bells, chains and piercings that hang across her exposed body.

She wears a pained grin, as she attempts and fails to juggle three overripe mangos. As she fails, for what isn't the first time judging from the slime that paints the stage, the fruit all splashes across her body, causing the bells hanging from her teats to clang and the chains connect her piercings to rattle.

Everyone laughs and a few patrons add to the mess of vegetable and fruit slurry which stains her pale skin, by striking her across the chest with a rotting tomato.

"All you have to do is prove your loyalty, Keyleth, is go up this aisle and humiliate that gnome." You explain, as two imps drop a barrel of refuse on Pike. Keyleth glances at you and then at the stage as one of imps, laughing at the former priestess and using its tail to flick one of the chains dangling from her nipples.

You lean in as Keyleth watches Pike's look of shame at the ringing clatter of the excruciatingly heavy get-up. "Do this and I'll let your Ashari keep their land, instead of scattering them to the four winds and turning them all into whores and vagrants."

Keyleth stares up at her friend and caretaker, the woman who had saved her life and the life of her friends' time and again.