Let Evellyn go without further harassment from you

You could play further pranks on Evellyn, but you feel like she's suffered enough for now. Anyway, there are other women in the world to strip and humiliate. You watch her run the gamut past the occupied tables, enduring plenty of assslaps on her way out before she reaches the front door and scurries around the corner out of sight, presumably heading towards the alleyway. You sit back in your booth and take a sip of ale, satisfied with the day's work so far.

Vanessa is grinning ear to ear. "I live for this kind of thing," she says, face alive with happiness. "She's so prim, isn't she? And she gets so angry when you make her lose her dignity. It never, ever gets old. Anyway, what are you going to do now? Check out that artificer, I assume?"