You leave her lying on the ground, and head to the local tavern

You ignore her demands and saunter away, leaving the knight lying completely naked in the market square, her wrists tied behind her back with her own bra. She's lying down leaning on her knees, with her ass pointed up into the air, and she struggles in abject humiliation trying to free her arms to cover herself, but doesn't have much luck getting loose, nor is she able to push herself up off the ground this way. You wave her a final salute, hide her clothes in a nearby sack, and leave her behind, the last sight of her being the squeels of humiliation ringing in your ears as you see her carefully manage to lift herself up off the ground - but without any way of covering herself or any clothes in the vicinity.

You head to the local tavern and order an ale, and you go to sit at a table in the center and listen. The tavern was always a good place to hear about local events, who had money, new treasures, and other juicy tidbits.

A couple of soldiers from Baron Ivagor's castle came in. They ordered drinks and food and sat down. "One more day 'til that..." the guard looked around then lowered his voice, "bitch daughter o' his turns nineteen."

"Yeah, and we get stuck escortin' all those 'fine young lasses' to the party while they look down their noses at us," said the other.

"Each wearing clothing and jewelry worth more than a lifetime's wages for the likes of us."

"And it's not like lady Flavia is even their friend. She'd make them chambermaids in a flash if any of them lost their wealth."

The two gruffly drank their ales, but you think. It sounds appealing, but you're not sure if it's worth the hassle.