Bind and gag Gudrun.

Gudrun's roar of defiance is muffled by a pair of lacy purple panties, which are jammed in her mouth and held there by a length of somebody's stocking. Her own panties are perched on her head like a hat, pulled down over her brow, her braids coming out of the legholes. You had to untie and retie the knot, but it was worth the effort. Her hands are tied behind her back with her bra and her ankles are bound with somebody else's bra, another lacy purple affair. Her cheeks burn red and hot as a dwarven forge as she realises there's no way to escape for her humiliating predicament. The silk of the underwear that binds her is too strong to tear. All she can do is bounce around, wiggle her tits, squirm, fume and blush for everyone's hysterical amusement. People are in tears with laughter.

"Mmmmmmf! Mmf! MMMF!"

You eye Gudrun's shameful nudity with a connoisseur's appreciation. Rarely have you seen such a proud woman in such an inescapably embarrassing state, and you have to say you love it. You never get tired of this kind of thing.

"What do you think! Has she had enough?"

The chant goes up. "No! No! No!" The loudest no comes from Livia, who strides forward with a stein of ale in each hand, beaming with confidence. Gudrun tries to kick her but she dodges the clumsy blow and throws both ales over the barbarian, soaking her from head to foot. "Take that, scoundrel! Gudrun the Nude! How great do you feel with your tits on display, huh?"

"MMMMMMMMF!"

You eye Livia, as well. Short and skinny, with small boobs, slender hips and a boyish haircut, all except for the haircut concealed under a flowing black robe, she could well be Gudrun's opposite. "Like what you see, then?"

She sees you looking at her and clutches her robe tightly around her, scoffing at your temerity. "Eyes off, hedge wizard! I'm not some dull Northern trollop to be stared at."

"I specifically said I wasn't a hedge wizard."

"Well, I'll have you know I'm an apprentice necromancer." She shows you the skull tattoo on the inside of her wrist, though that's all the skin she'll let you see. "Your little cantrips won't work on me, so don't even think about trying them, all right? I've had professional training. At the necromancer's academy we learn to deflect these little skirt-winds and panty-puffs on the first day."

This could be interesting.

"Want to bet?" you say.

"Are you serious?" She looks at you, sizing you up. "You don't know what you're in for, do you?"

"Gudrun had you on the ropes."

"That was different. I can take an amateur magician any day. It's the high-level fighters you've got watch out for."

"So you'll accept my challenge? A magical duel?"

"What do I get if I win?"

You shrug. "The usual. Anything you want."

She sizes you up. You're a remarkably handsome man, and you can see a little smirk forming at the corner of her mouth as she thinks about what she could do if she wins. All necromancers love power, even apprentices, and there's a part of her that wants to see you squirming next to Gudrun.

"Fine," she says. "Let's do it."