Ogle her some more.

The barwench stands before you, her hands tied behind her back, her tits hanging out of her corset, pretty, frustrated and eminently ogleable. "Well?" she demands. "Give me your cloak, you pervert. Are you going to help me or not? Don't you dare just stand there checking out my... my bosom all day." She hops up and down in aggravation, making her tits bounce interestingly.

What an impolite wench. If she'd said please you might have let her go, but now you think she deserves a little bit more embarrassment.