She makes a run for it

The knight has clearly decided she’s had enough and doesn’t waste another second. With a final humiliated glance over her shoulder - her eyes filled with a mix of fury, shame, and disbelief- she breaks into a stumbling run, her hands fumbling to cover as much of herself as she can. Her breasts bounce wildly with each step, her bare ass reddened and jiggling with every step as she flees the square.

"I wonder where she's trying to go", you say to yourself. You envision in your mind's eye how she runs naked through the streets, desperately trying to reach her mansionhouse, exposed to every passerby. How would she even get in? She no longer has any pockets to keep her doorkeys in. Does she have to climb over a gardenwall maybe, butt way up in the air when she scales the highest point.

You snap out of your revelry and return to the present. She's managed to cover a fair distance - clinging to the speck of hope she can finally escape this torment.