After going through an enviable... torture of humiliation that was beyond the pale, the last shred of dignity as a man, the underwear, was barely preserved. Despite several hands groping around the buttocks and crotch, which somewhat discounted the significance of preserving the undies, it was still better than exposing oneself in front of a bunch of frenzied girls, putting one's chastity in even greater danger.
It was not an exaggeration. Roland had seen several of the offenders, with regrettable expressions on their faces, putting away various bizarre-shaped and mysterious-purpose devices, including candles, oversized syringes, wooden horses, pink egg-shaped objects, and other impressive but perplexing stuff...
Stripped at super-fast speed, then clothed again at the same pace.
Three minutes later.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
