Find out what they do to thieves around here.

It's later. Much later. I've now been here long enough to regret my sins, to berate myself for my stupidity and to curse this horrible village for ever coming into existence in the first place. I tried to escape, of course, but there was nowhere to run and the farmers all pitched in to help subdue me. They were too strong for me to fight, and they had the dress off my body in under a minute. Being careful not to rip it, of course.

The village is too small to afford a proper pillory, so I've simply been tied to a pole outside the tavern with my hands fixed behind me and my body facing the street. The word THIEF has been scrawled across my chest and a pair of someone else's panties have been shoved into my mouth, held there with rope. My legs have been left free, so that I can try to kick away the milkmaids and farmboys who've made a game of trying to get in close enough to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. I was doing pretty well at first, but eventually I got tired, and there were always more milkmaids and farmboys. Plus, they could simply come at me from behind.

They're all at home now, or back inside the inn drinking themselves into a stupor. The sun set a few minutes ago. I'm just beginning to wonder if I'm going to be left here all night when I see a cloud of fuzzy lights drifting up the street towards me.