Lydia loses a little

The young elves watch with interest as you hook a finger into Lydia's shirt and tear it off her body, leaving her standing in the woodland clearing in nothing but her bright pink underwear. She gasps in outrage and clasps her hands across her body, squirming as your delighted eyes pass over her nubile form. "You'll pay for this! You'll all pay!"

"Hey, lady, you're in your underwear!"

"Cool!"

"Are you a bunny? I like bunnies!"

"How dare you look at me! Don't you know who I am?"

Mitra is stark naked now, hogtied and gagged and wriggling around in the dirt. One of the hunters, standing over her, looks disappointed. "Aw. I guess the game's over now."

"You guys found Aria yet?" you shout.

""Still looking!"

"Well, as long as we're all having fun, I might as well give you another shot." Your hand shoots out to grab Lydia's upper arm as she tries to make a break for it. "Not so fast, princess. I'll give you another head start... for a price."

"What do you mean?"

You grin evilly. "I'll let you run away, and earn another chance to keep your dignity, but first, you have to pay a little forfeit. What do you say?"