Forsetton was a city with a unique quirk. Long ago a high priestesses representing the avatar of justice created a magical aura over her town, meaning that anyone who made a deal in Forsetton was magically compelled to keep their end of the deal.
This started as a way to sanctify their grounds but soon traders from all over the world wanted to trade out of Forsetton, craving the security from fears that they would be cheated by deal breakers. Taking taxes from these traders made the temple of Forsetti supremely wealthy and de-facto rulers of Forsetton and the high priestess who cast the deal making aura was given supreme power.
High priestess Ancyla had held sway over Forsetton for hundreds of years, but for some reason ever since she created the Aura her magic was heavily augmented and she had used it to maintain her youth and good looks. She still had her deep crimson hair and pristine golden skin, while she took care to wear flattering ceremonial robes that still hugged her ample curves. This was a slice of vanity but Ancyla felt that it helped her maintain her rule over Forsetton.
This morning she took her place at the head of the court, she would receive morning briefings and then hold trials over those who committed crimes in Forsetton. The first briefing was from Ramona, the court astrologer.
"If it pleases the high priestess, I usually do not give briefings as it has been made clear to me that my interest in the stars is much higher than the court and usually should not be shared unless requested." A few of the other priest and priestesses began to giggle at this until Ancyla shot them a dirty look, compelling obedience and respect. "However it is my duty to inform you there is a major planetary alignment inside the constellation of Forsetti. This has increased the power of the deal maker aura exponentially and as the aura keeper you may feel some effects of this."
"What sort of effects are we talking about?" Enquired Ancyla.
"I have some speculations but will discuss it afterwards, high priestess." Ramona replied. The room was relieved that Ramona would not be using all their precious time with star talk and took this opportunity to jump in with their own briefings, each vying for Ancyla's attention and approval.
Once the briefings were done the first of the accused was brought in for his trial. A local blacksmith was being charged with blasphemy, it seems he was locked in the stocks naked for a day for a different crime a few years ago and continued to talk about the injustice of the church since.
"Gaal Smithy, you are accused of blasphemy, how do you plead?" Announced Ancyla, her figure caused dread in Gaal, as he didn't realise that Ancyla would always subtly alter her appearance before trials to make herself taller and more intimidating.
"High priestess Ancyla, I wish to make a challenge to the punishment I was previously convicted under, if you agree that I was excessively punished then my speech would no longer be blasphemy." Ancyla was slightly taken aback by this, every citizen had a right to challenge whether the law they were being prosecuted for was just but this was the first time someone had challenged a different law.
"I will allow you to make your case." She announced, thoughtfully sitting back in her chair.
"I do not deny my crimes deserved punishment, I feel that a day naked in the stocks for giving the temple guard faulty armour was too much." Gaal pleaded.
"The temple guard were exposed by your actions so you were sentence to feel that same exposure." Ancyla responded, with a perfect recall of the trial.
"So the nudity was justified but what of the stocks. Stocks are painful and the reaction from the citizens is excessive. I do not believe anyone who knew their true effects would prescribe such a punishment. If you went to the stocks right now and spent just 1 hour going through what I went through and still felt it was a just punishment, I would plead guilty to the blasphemy charges."
All of a sudden a strange compulsion washed over Ancyla, her mind was awash with a supernatural force compelling her will, before she was aware of what she was doing she found herself in front of Gaal, her hand outstretched. Gaal immediately shook her hand and the familiar sound of a small pop filled the hall, this was the sound made when a deal had been brokered, a deal no side was allowed to break. Gasps rang out around the court as it dawned on Ancyla what had just happened. In an attempt to save face Ancyla addressed the court to give a rationale for her actions even though she didn't have one.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Gaal's plea has struck a chord with me, we must be aware of the consequences of our punishments if our rules are to be just." She felt that was the end of her decree, however the deal maker Aura now compelled her to keep talking. "Guards, you are to immediately enforce upon me the same punishment this man went through." Ancyla tried to resist but she was stuck making orders to comply with the deal. "I am to go through exactly what he went through for 1 hour, then we return to hear the verdict of whether I feel his punishment was just."
There was a moment of awkward silence while Ancyla came to terms with what she had just said and the guards decided among themselves what to do. They were obliged to follow the orders of the high priestess and had taken vows to assist with the keeping of any deal that did not force someone to break the law. The most senior of the guards stepped forward, and with trepidation said.
"As you wish high priestess, although I must point out that people sentenced to the stocks are required to strip upon sentencing. Please can you remove your clothes and hand it to the bailiff." Ancyla turned purple with rage, she had no idea what force had compelled her to take the deal but she was now trapped by the deal maker aura and would willingly subject herself to walking naked through the streets before being strapped into the stocks for an hour.
Although wealthy, the temple of justice remembered its pious roots. While the robes became fancier and more elegant, the creed that a single robe covered priests and priestesses to keep them humble remained. So Ancyla's hands shook as she bent over and grabbed the hem of her robe, she closed her eyes as tight as she could and felt the wash of gasps from the court as she pulled her robes over her head, exposing her full naked body to the court.
She barely had time to cover herself before the guard took her robe, passed it to the guard next to him, then handcuffed Ancyla's hands behind her back and marching her towards the door of the court.
The shock of the population on suddenly seeing the High priestess being lead naked from the court was intense. They saw Ancyla, with tears in her eyes, being marched towards the stocks. Her hands behind her back forcing her ample chest outwards to bounce with every step she took. Her crimson pubic hair drawing the crowds eyes to her exposed pussy.
The stocks had been deliberately located in the busy Town square, a 5 minute walk from the courthouse. However for Ancyla that walk seemed to go on forever. The usual crowded streets of Forsetton swelled exponentially as word spread of Ancyla's humiliation.
Eventually Ancyla reached the stocks. The guard stood her in front of the stocks and uncuffed her. This would usually be the point where the guard forcibly bent over the prisoner, but in the guard's hesitation the deal maker aura worked it's compulsion on Ancyla, and seemingly of her own volition, she prostrated herself in front of the crowd, locking her hands and neck into the stock. The guard stepped forward to read the standard declaration that came with this punishment.
