Administer a further demotion

"I am not a prostitute!" She protests with fervor, but its effect is undercut by the high-pitched crack in her voice as she's grasping and clutching at herself, alternatively hiding the tassels on her tits or covering her outrageous wardrobe from view. Every time she either angrily or frightfully throws her head around looking if anyone else sees her in this state, the cheap earrings and necklaces jingle and clatter.

"Object all you want, but a true knight wouldn't wear something this scandalous," you grin, absently pointing a finger at her clothes. "Do you surrender? Even if it's no longer with dignity."

"Wretch!" She squeels at you, clasping her tits, "How dare you!"

You tap your chin with your index finger. "Mhmm.. I do suppose a further demotion is in order, maybe then you'll understand your position better."

A whirlwind of activity ensues, a blink of an eye revealing nothing but a blur of motion and dust being thrown up from the plaza ground. As it settles, the woman notices a distinct wobble beneath her in the dustcloud as she moves her pelvis, and finds herself staring down at a strap-on dick, affixed to her waist with leather straps. The skirt - which was already short anyway - is gone, as are various other parts of her wardrobe, leaving her marginally more exposed than before.

"You're no longer a prostitute. Now you're a cheap street whore."

She clutches her tits a little tighter, as the strap-on shakes with every small move. The former knight's words get stuck in her throat as she notices a small card attached to her armband - '10 gold per night', and her face snaps towards you in confused indignation.

"Isn't- that's.. that's a very low price. My sword costs ten times that."

You shrug. "Like I said, you're a cheap whore. Gotta be a courtesan to make the big bucks."