Celebrate the end of the hunt

Back at the hunting lodge, you're just finishing up mounting the three new hunting trophies. Mitra, Aria, and Lydia are all strapped spread eagle to the wall, asses out, as naked as the days they were born. Between their legs are plaques identifying each girl, complete with photographs of their naked bodies taken with the hunters who caught and stripped them, as well as their bras, which had been stuffed and mounted to serve as trophies for long after the girls manage to escape their perches.

"This was amazing!" says one of the hunters as you toast a job well done. "We should make it a tradition: The Annual Bunny Run, where the working class gets to hunt and strip the noble debutantes."

"Or we could just make it a thing where we strip women naked," says another hunter.

"Why not both?"

"I forbid it!" says Lydia, trying to look back over her shoulder. "You will respect the dignity of noble women, or else-- OW!"

Daisy, Banti, and a couple of the guys had been competing to see which one of them could jump high enough to slap Lydia on the ass. Apparently one of the guys just won a kiss from both of the girls.

"Well, none of them had the mark," you say. "What should we do now?"