There's a frown on Daliza's part when you reach the stockades — or at least the space where stockades should be — and she shares an awkward look with you.
"I hope you don't think this improper of me, but do you actually plan to put this in place one day?"
"The stockades?" A fair question, but a little hard to imagine when you're staring at a bunch of worthless planks in an otherwise-empty courtyard. "Maybe."
The bailiff sighs and rubs the back of her head, "I'm not inclined towards public humiliation, although I suppose it shows a gentler hand for lesser crimes. So long as passers-by aren't throwing rotten fruit like we're some kind of savages."
{PC bimbo or high libido: "What about fucking?" |else: "What, you didn't just install this for sex like Jael'yn?"}
You might as well have suggested the floor was on fire, by the way Daliza backs away from it. "What do you mean?"
"I don't even mean for punishment, I mean that... for certain people, being able to get fucked in public like that is incredible. [...]"