A well-dressed lady in need of help

"You there," says someone up the street.

The speaker is a very attractive woman, with the look of someone from one of the far eastern kingdoms and the attire to suggest she's a big deal therein. She's small and slight, but with the kind of posture that suggests she thinks of herself as far larger.

"Are you talking to me?" you ask.

"There's mud in my path," she says.

You look around. She's definitely talking to you. "Well, I didn't put it there."

"Of course you didn't. Hurry up and cover it for me so I don't spoil my shoes."

"Yeah, I don't do that."

"I didn't ask you to lie down in it, did I? Surely there's something you can take off to lay over it."

That's about as good a set-up as you could expect. You spring into action and dart for the girl, your hand closing over the front of her gown. Instead of it ripping off easily in your grip, however, you immediately feel yourself knocked back by a powerful shock. You sprawl out in the dust, dazed.

"Is he…" says a voice you don't recognize.

"He's out," says the eastern woman. "Like a moth to the flame, this one."

"We've got about an hour before he comes 'round," says a third voice. "Let's move quickly."

"Sure, let's just placate the crowd a bit first."

"You mean show off?"

"Whatever."

You get a peek at your attackers through near-closed eyelids. In addition to the woman you tried to strip, there are two others: One is a dark elf, sporting pitch-black skin, wild braids of stark-white hair, and a tall, strong frame uncommon to her kind. The other is green-skinned with short, black hair and a pleasingly shapely body, probably a half-orc. None of them are looking at you at the moment, too oblivious to realize that the effects of their magic expired within your own subjective timeframe.

"Good citizens!" says the petite human. "Let your womenfolk rejoice, for we have apprehended the thief who delights in our humiliation!"

There is a murmur in the streets, a mix of relief, curiosity, and perhaps a touch of disappointment. Your would-be captors seem to be enjoying this attention. Perhaps this is a good opportunity to mete out a little retribution.