Give her a hard choice.

You peek out from behind the curtain. The tavern is lively, and quite packed. You definitely don't envy her for having to walk past all those people. Bar wenches are walking to and fro with drinks and servings, and a rowdly cardgame is going on at a nearby table.

Evellyn walks out of the curtains, going across the tavern floor with big strides, head held high, almost like she's pretending this is nothing out of the ordinary and there's nothing to see here.

The clientelle though, despite having just been treated to a trio of naked bandits, enjoys what they see, and after a few seconds Evellyn already gets hounded by whistles, cheers, and invitations to sit on people's laps. Evellyn ignores it all, going in a straight line towards the backdoor.

Evellyn stares straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge that she's standing before the whole tavern crowd in nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her garterbelt and her boots. If she can just make it to the door she'll be fine. Well, not fine. She'll still have to run all the way back home in her underwear, yet again. But at least she won't be in the tavern any longer, listening to people jeer.

There's an opportunity here, and it's far too good to pass up. You spring into action.

Evellyn takes another step forward, and feels a jerk at her waist. She looks down, and her hands ball into fists as she curses your name. You sit in your alcove with Vanessa, who nods in appreciation at this brilliant next stage of your prank. "Well done," she says. "I wouldn't have thought of that."

A length of chain has been run through the leghole of Evellyn's panties and tied around the leg of a nearby tavern bench, too heavy to move. Her panties are tied to the table, but she's not. She can get out. If she gives up the panties, and chooses to run all the way home with her bottom bare. Otherwise, she's stuck here. In her underwear. Being laughed at by everyone.

You sip your ale and grin, watching her fume. It really is quite the predicament.