At the start of the game

Some are born nude, others achieve nudity, and others have nudity thrust upon them. Nora was all three. She was born naked and screaming, like all Nord babies are, and achieved nudity several times over the next twenty years of her life, like when she went swimming in a mountain stream. Then, when she got out of the water and found her clothes gone without a trace, she had nudity thrust upon her.

Now, after being arrested for public indecency, tied up, and thrown into a wagon, she still had nudity thrust upon her, and this time with an audience.

Her audience was grave and somber to the last, a thief, a Stormcloak, and the rebel king himself. The Stormcloak was convinced they were all going to be executed, the thief was hoping to just end up in prison, and Ulfric was gagged and unable to speak.

Still, they all enjoyed the show Nora was giving them. She kept her legs tightly crossed, but with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do much else. What made things worse was that the bumpy road sent her bare breasts into a perpetual jiggle motion, and there wasn't a darn thing she could do to cover them up.

Ulfric was, of course, on his way to be executed, and Ralof was probably going to share his fate. Lokir might get off with some time in prison depending on what he stole, but Nora was sure that her own punishment was going to be a slap on the wrist compared to the shame of being arrested and paraded naked through Helgen.

"I'm not a rebel, I swear!" Lokir said when they unloaded the prisoners from the wagon. Now that they were standing, Nora couldn't keep her legs crossed and had nothing but a patch of blond pubic hair to cover her pussy. "I'm a thief, yes, but one loyal to the empire! And what I stole was only worth a few septims at most, I just found someone skinny dipping and I though it would be funny if she lost her clothes. You can't execute me for that, can you?"

The Imperial captain barely looked at him. "Kill him with the rest," she said.

"Over my dead body, you will!" Lokir took off running, and made it nearly forty feet before he took an arrow in the knee … and another in his back.

"Anyone else feel like running?" the captain asked. No one volunteered.

"Um, I'm not going to run," Nora said, drawing even more attention to herself then a naked woman deserved. "But I'm not a rebel either. I was taking a bath and someone stole my clothes and …" Her voice trailed off when she connected the facts, and she glared at Lokir's corpse. "Oh, if you weren't dead, I'd **** you! Um, what I'm saying is that I'm the victim here."

"Kill her with the rest," the captain said.

"That seems a little **** for a public indecency violation, captain," one of her officers said.

"She's probably a Talos worshiper in secret, Hadvar," the captain said. Talos never called for public nudity, but ever since the White-Gold Concordat outlawed Talos worship, Imperials had grown proudly ignorant of his doctrines. "She goes on the block."

"Understood, captain," Hadvar said. He shot Nora an apologetic look. "Sorry, prisoner, but orders are orders. At least you'll be able to die with dignity in your homeland—or, at least, in your homeland."

Nora was led to the front, **** to her knees, and had her head placed on the block. The position **** her to stick her naked butt up in the air, and the headsman raised his axe to decapitate her in the most degrading position she could imagine.

She was actually quite relieved when a dragon came out of nowhere and started killing people.