You change your mind and tie her up instead

You enjoy the sight of her running away, one arm clamped across her torso and the other trying to get her few remaining clothes in order, but you change your mind. You've decided you're not letting her off that easy after all. You chase her down and block her path.

"Actually, you just surrendered. Do you know what that means?"

The girl gulps, afraid to even give you answer.

You lean forwards and smirk: "It means you're my prisoner."

It all happens so fast, she doesn't even have time to respond before you've had your way. You zip back and forth at tremendous speed across the square to the stack of the girl's discarded clothing to get some straps and back. She's spun around in a blur, as you remove all the clothing she had left: her garter and stockings, her pants, the panties she'd returned only halfway up her ass, her boots. You tie her hands behind her back, wrapping her own bra around them, secure her ankles together using her belt, and push her up against a thick pole from the wooden structure that surrounds the square, which normally provides space for market stalls.

The sight is glorious. The last she saw was a blur of motion and being spun around across the square, and she's now able to take stock of her situation. She is red-hot with embarrassment, and quite a bit of surprise.