The humiliation continues.

Will our naked aristocrat finally accept the facts? Corwin finally broke the silence.

Do you think this is funny? (only now did Eva start covering her charms with her hands) I am an aristocrat, from one of the finest families! You will answer for this — you will be broken on the wheel, flogged, you will hang from a tree for this!

Corwin was grinning broadly. Most of those present remained tense. The Cunninghams really were a family that could make a lot happen. Only some of the maids couldn’t maintain a poker face and were openly enjoying the humiliation of their employer.

In God’s name, what is going on here? said the hostess of the gathering, Marchioness Constance Northfork.

Let the servants immediately bring one of my dresses for Miss Cunningham, she continued.

Miss Eva didn’t believe in magic, so I decided to prove to her… Constance didn’t let him finish.

Mr. Corwin, it seems you’ve forgotten that this was supposed to be a performance for aristocrats, not for peasants in some tavern. It should be obvious to everyone present that no such thing as magic exists. We are not here like some village idiots. I don’t know how your trick worked, and I don’t care. You have insulted a guest in my house and you will answer for it. Guards!

At that moment the maids were lacing up the corset of the still crimson-with-humiliation Eva. They were having considerable trouble with it, because Lady Constance’s dress had a noticeably smaller waist circumference. The fact that the marchioness had decidedly larger breasts than Eva only deepened her humiliation. But at least she was dressed again.

Corwin didn’t take the noble marchioness’s words to heart at all and pointed his wand at her. A moment later, a magical gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and lifted her dress upward — so high that the entire lower part of the skirt completely covered her torso. For a brief moment everyone could admire the noblewoman’s underwear… but only for a moment, because the **** of the wind was so great that her panties suddenly tore away and landed directly on Eva Cunningham’s face.

While Constance Northfork was in this predicament, the humiliation didn’t spare Eva either — her whole body began to itch so intensely that she started tearing off her own dress just to scratch herself, once again ending up completely naked. This time, however, the proud woman was so thoroughly humiliated that she simply began to beg him to stop.

Corwin didn’t stop — but he froze the magical storm around the marchioness, while at the same time making her expensive dress (which cost more than an entire peasant family needed to survive a year) turn completely transparent, revealing all her charms to everyone. And she really was perfect: firm breasts, an impressive backside, and an impossibly narrow waist.

And now, ladies and gentlemen — the grand finale of my magical abilities! Corwin announced, casting another spell.

Guards! Arrest him! screamed the marchioness.

Suddenly Eva completely vanished — still frantically scratching her entire body.

And Constance abruptly stopped being so perfect. Within seconds her large, firm breasts shrank into a pair of ridiculous little tits. Her backside became significantly smaller as well. At the same time her waist circumference grew dramatically — until it finally tore apart the now-transparent dress.

What have you done to me?! Please, give me back my old body! cried Constance — whose voice had also lost its aristocratic tone.

Those were her last words before the wealthy marchioness too disappeared.