Take Markus as a hostage

Viviana was not familiar with the sensation of a greater power before her, but she thought fast. She cast a small teleportation spell and appeared behind Markus's chair. She picked up a knife from the table and held it to his throat. "Think through your next steps very carefully. It would be a shame to kill such a handsome specimen."

The wife took a step closer and Markus drew in a breath as Viviana pushed the blade tighter into his throat.

"I'm telling you: stop! I'll cut him!"

She looked confused "With that?"

Viviana looked down at her hand and was surprised to see the knife had been replaced with a smooth orange phallus, made of amber. "What the devil?!"

She tried to drop it but her hand was stuck gripping the base of it tightly. She withdrew her arm from Markus and tried to shake it out of her grip to no avail, and backed away from the menacing witch until she hit the wall and could back no further. She tried to cast another barrage of spells but, as before, they just dissipated into vapor as they left her hand.

The wife cocked an eyebrow and lifted her hand.

Viviana felt herself raise a few feet up against the wall, her outstretched hands and ankles pinned flat against it.

"Your magic might easily overwhelm the feeble villagers, but there's a world out there." She stepped closer to Viviana before she continued, "You have magic. You could have been something, but all you do is toy with peasants?"

Markus, along with the population of the inn, watched the conversation intently.

"If you'd picked any other course, I'd have taken you under my wing. I could show you that world. But instead you try to seduce my dear Markus, and then threaten his life. I'd say a different type of lesson is in order."

Viviana struggled against the wall, as if she could overpower it with strength alone, for fear of what kind of punishment this might be.

"Let's see what we have to work with."

Viviana watched in fear as the witch made a pulling gesture with two fingers. She felt a strange sensation on her chest and looked down to see the threads that held the seams of her clothes together slowly unwind, starting at her front. She fought with all of her strength, magical energy raining down impotently from her hands against the wall, with thuds and scrapes as she squirmed against the wall but nothing she did could stop her clothes from peeling from her body, piece by piece.

A small crowd appeared in the inn to watch the spectacle.

Viviana, in rage, screamed obscenities at the crowd. "I'll kill you all for just being in this room! Just you wait!" She continued to thrash as the last of her clothing slipped from her back into a neat pile on the floor.

"Now, what shall we do with her?" The witch calmly asked the crowd, eyes glinting.