Check out the bazaar

The street bazaar in the City of Veils is full of ladies wrapped in multicoloured veils, haggling over carpets and spices and exotic fruits piled high under silken canopies strung between rooftops. Shirtless men trail behind them, carrying heavy parcels on their shoulders. You catch bits of conversation.

"...only four gold pieces, can you imagine?"

"...and then I gave him a slap and sent him on his way!"

"...bought it from the river elves, so cheap I practically stole it..."

"...of course they all think with their you-know-whats, don't they?"

This is clearly a city where women rule. For now. A little bit of public undressing should change the power balance around her. The trouble is, the girls are all so wrapped up, it's hard to know where to start. Your eye comes to rest on one potential victim, a tall dark-skinned woman in blue robes lecturing a porter who's dropped his load of fruit in the street. The poor man looks like he's about to cry. Perhaps that's a good place to start.