An Ornate Bow and Arrows

Harriette bent low to retrieve the bow, lifting it to inspect it. The bow looked to be of fine make, rich brown wood with curved black lines running up the arms with three little tassels at the tips, a fine crossed leather grip, the string black and oddly smooth like leather.

She smiled testing the draw and balance, before releasing the string in a mock shot. With a shriek and a jump she falls forward, hands flying to her ass. The rest of the party jumped at her shriek and rushed over to check on her.

"What happened?" Shouted Esta, attempting to draw Harriette's hands away from her ass. The party gasp when they saw the thin red line marked clear across both buttocks.

"I don't know! The bow?" Harriette replied. Said bow now appeared to be tied to her wrist by a thin blue string which her fingers passed straight through.

"You've made your choice then? Haha!" Said Gondi, offering a pat on her shielded ass as consolation.

"Fuck that! I'm taking the daggers instead!" Yelled Harriette as she bent down again to grab the daggers, this time an audible crack is heard and she falls back, hands covering her breasts. She writhes on the ground for a moment before revealing another clean red line, lashed across her chest.

"It looks like its jealous! Bahahaha!" Gondi laughs, falling back and clutching her stomach, howling in laughter at the rogues misfortune.

"Damn it! Fine, where's the quiver." She crawled towards the pile of weapons, reaching out to grab the quiver, as her fingers brushed over its surface it suddenly leapt at her chest, expanding into a full leather harness. Pushing her chest out and framing her nethers in black hide. The quiver ends its journey at her back poised to offer her ammunition.

Harriette only sighs, and picks the bow back up. Moving to wait at the door out, solemnly rubbing at her ass.