Keep watching the spectacle

This is simply too entertaining to turn away from, and the peasants seem to agree. It must be quite the comeuppance for them to watch a highborn noble knight, especially one as beautiful and busty as Evellyn, face an endless series of public humiliations. They continue to hoot and holler as she struggles to get out, rolling around in the filth while cursing and shrieking. While some of the male peasants clearly want to get closer, she's protected by the stench of the pit. She should be at least grateful for that, you think to yourself.

You notice the cheerful milkmaid smirking haughtily at the knight's predicament. While lowborn, the milkmaid is quite lovely and young. She has plump lips, and long eyelashes. Her golden hair is done up in braids under a white bonnet. She's slim, but her breasts are heaving; they look like they could bust out of her bodice at any moment. She's certainly easy on the eyes, but something about her look of superiority bothers you.

She takes her eyes off of poor Evellyn long enough to land on the more handsome of the two sailors. She grabs his arms flirtatiously, and bats her eyelashes.

"What's your name, stranger? Don't think I've seen you around these parts."

He pulls his eyes off of Evellyn with some difficulty, but clearly likes what he sees when he turns to the milkmaid.

"Well, hello miss," he grins. "I'm Richard. And you are?"

You learn her name is Merry, but not as merry as you could make Richard with a few tweaks to her outfit. Better yet, you could put this milkmaid in her place at the same time.