A displeased Evellyn relents

As time resumes Evellyn feels the familiar rush of wind passing around her, and simultaneously the sensation of her breasts suddenly succumbing to gravity, and jiggling to a halt. Taken by surprise, she lets out an uncharacteristic short squeel, flinging her arms over her tits while her cheeks start to flush red. Vanessa looks pleased as punch over her predicament, as Evellyn sinks down a little, arms crossed.

“My top! This wasn’t the deal!”

You and Vanessa both shrug, and you reply: “It was taking too long.”

“I hate you both more than I can express with mere words.”

With a sigh, Evellyn marches past you and peeks around the curtain, before looking back at Vanessa expectantly.

"The artificer is in the north district, in her workshop right up against the citywall. Red roof, big furnace chimney, can't miss it."

Now that she has her answer, Evellyn takes a deep breath, ready to walk through the curtain, arms folded.