Roger attemts to make a strategic and honorable withdraw

Roger's knees knocked together as his hands gripped his crotch, trying in vain to hide his near-nakedness. He let out a surprisingly girlish scream as his face turned red as a tomato.

"Th-thieves!" He screeched. "H-HELP! I-I've been robbed!"

The women all around started laughing, pointing and catcalling.

"What's wrong Sir Knight? Is it laundry day?"

"Did you lose your shirt at cards?"

"I like the new uniform, you should patrol in that everyday!"

Roger turned to Vanessa, foolishly still believing she was just a simple merchant.

"H-how?! W-when?!" The panicking man asked.

The woman just grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders at him.

He was surrounded, almost naked, and didn't know what to do.

"Eh, you've come this far already, why not ditch the rest?" Vanessa asked nonchalantly.

The rest of the women in the market cheered in agreement as Roger helplessly spun around, giving them all a delicious, if unintentionally, erotic twirl that allowed them all to get a good view of him.

"Don't be shy..." chimed in the woman who had stolen his gold.

"Yeah, you've got it, so flaunt it!" Encouraged the thief who was now wearing his former cape.

"Let's see what you're hiding..." cooed a tall, muscular woman as she reached for Roger's thong.

"YEAH!" Cheered the crowd.

Roger yelped in terror and tried to step away, only to bump into the stall Vanessa was still standing behind. He nervously gulped and shook as his trembling hands crept down to his sides.

He gripped the waistband of his last remaining garment as tightly as he could, his knuckles turning white as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!" The women eagerly chanted, as Roger's heart pounded in his chest.

"I think you should give us what we want..." Vanessa whispered in his ear. "Or we'll just have to take it!"