Release her from the bag, strip her and bind her hands

After admiring the sight for a while, you figure it's time to release the bag. She's struggling in vain within the confines of her upturned shirt, and when you approach and start untying the belt holding it in place you hear something that sounds a little like relief coming from inside.

You loosen the belt enough for her to get out by herself and take a few steps back, out of reach of getting hit by an uppercut to the jaw. The knight fumbles and struggles a bit, but manages to get free, and pushes her shirt down towards her crotch with visible agitation.

"You... you swine!"

"That's better than being called a pig," you retort. "It takes skill and effort to reach the level of swine." Her cheeks appear flush with anger, as she gives you a murderous, indignant stare while trying to get her undergarments back into a semblance of order.

Time to turn that hot anger into the blush of crippling, irrevocable embarrassment. You eye the poles of the market structure , and the prospect of making some use of them.

Just as the knight just about has her clothes sorted - except for her bra which still hung from a crossbeam - you leap into action. You are like a tornado, passing her by and circling her at immeasurable speed. If you're a tornado, then the winds that blow from you strip her bare more comprehensively than any storm could ever manage. Garters, stockings, boots, pants, her gambeson shirt, they're all gone, next you reach for the bra hanging from the crossbeam and use it to tie her own hands behind her back. Is there anything more humiliating than getting tied up with your very own underwear?

In this commotion, you spin her about. All that she experienced was a dramatic blur of activity, getting spun around on the spot, and.. once she stopped turning in circles she notices she's stark naked. And her hands are bound behind her back! She screams, unable to cover herself up in any way. Her tits jiggle as she struggles, to your everlastung pleasure.

"How are you doing this to me?!" She squeeks and squirms.

You look over to the wooden columns of the structure surrounding the square, wondering to yourself whether you should tie her to one and put that tight body of hers on display.