Half the city convened on their naked countess. The residents of the city were glad for comeuppance. Sadarth had given them bravery. Good.
"Look at those fat tits!"
"What a looker. Why ain't she naked more often!"
"I always knew these Oloani scum were all whores!"
"Why should they be lording over us, anyhow? You heard the voice, we're in the best damn city in the world, we don't lick nobody's arse!"
Sadarth was mildly disappointed. They were only common rabble, she supposed. To them, bigger breasts would be more appealing than better breasts. And Sadarth certainly had the best breasts. However, they were emboldened. Somewhat. That was when the countess' leal vassals arrived. They came with their retinues and represented a powerful force, armed as they were. But not as many as there might have been. Many of the vassals, not especially liking their liege, had fled the city, and many of the men-at-arms deserted, sensing the oncoming civil unrest and seeking to be on the right side of it.
After many brusque commands, the company forced their way to the center of the forum to find their screaming countess.
"HELP ME, YOU DOGS! MAKE THEM STOP LOOKING!"
Many of the more gallant members of the party dismounted and took off their cloaks, racing to be the first to save their countess' dignity. This lead them right into Sadarth's trap, which prevented them from coming within twenty feet of her. The countess was clearly displeased by this realization.
"FORM A CIRCLE AROUND ME, YOU FOOLS!"
As Sadarth anticipated, the better part of the armed men loyal to their countess moved around her to, to defend her modesty and safety. The crowd around her remained restive.
Sadarth, of course, was a naked mastermind. The countess' support had dwindled to a small handful of guards and vassals and knights, and they were being squandered on such a meaningless then as their countess' dignity.
The people of Sunley realized that they didn't have to listen to her anymore.
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