A woman

The fox girl looks over her unsuspecting prey and lets out another giggle.

Sitting across from her is a half-dressed and very drunk woman.

Her long, flowing hair has long since broken free of its fussy bun and spills over her shoulders.

Her ample breasts remain housed in a very expensive and comfortable-looking bra, she must be feeling it, because both her nipples are clearly visible through the fabric.

Below that she wears a leather corset. Whether she wears it to keep her tummy in check or simply because she likes the additional support is a mystery the fox girl vows will not remain unsolved much longer.

Beneath she sits cross-legged on the ground with a pair of rather dull-looking padded pants. Her feet are bare and still somewhat dirty from earlier.

"Well, we're out of booze now anyway," Milly says, holding the bottle upside down for effect. "So why don't we come up with something else to wager?"

The knight drunkenly asks what she has in mind, her words slurring slightly.

The fox smiles and says "how about the loser gives up a piece of clothing?"