Allow her to leave... maybe

She turns around to face you, arms still crossed over her tits. She manages to squeek a meek "please, I surrender". In a moment of incredible mercy, you decide she's had enough. You nod, and gesture with a wave of your hand for her to get going.

She wastes no time, lets out a sigh of relief, and quickly hobbles off the square, still clasping her breasts with one hand and trying to hoist her pants and panties back up over her ass with the other.