Charge!

Evellyn stays close to the ground, tightly gripping the log in one hand. She waits for an opportune moment when the huntress is turned away from her and won’t notice her approach.

The half-elf shuffles around a bit with her pants around her ankles as she tries to clip on the garterbelt, and fails to keep an eye on her surroundings as she is focused on the garment. Evellyn spots her moment, and pushes herself off the ground, dashing forward.

She utters no battlecry, does not shout or exclaim, she simply charges forward and is upon the half-elf in hardly a second. She holds the log high with both hands, ready for a swing, which causes her cloak to slip off and leaving her charging in the nude, breasts bouncing vigorously with every leap. The half-elf turns to the approaching danger, nearly tripping as her feet get entangled in her own pants, before Evellyn whacks her with the log and she goes down cold and drops **** to the ground, ass up.

Evellyn breathes heavily, and tosses the log away. She doesn’t even take a second to recover her cloak but stands naked over the huntress and quickly gets to work, sorting her priorities: first she slips her shirt off over her head, and then grabs the rope attached to the belt of the huntress’ pants, and begins tightly binding her hands together, just in case she wakes up. With that done Evellyn quickly begins stripping the half-elf of all her clothes, until she lies bucknaked before her. It pains her to admit it, but she cannot deny there is something satisfying and exhilarating to the proces of stripping someone... the thief might be on to something.

Evellyn gives a slap on the half-elf’s firm ass, which wobbles appreciably, gathers up the clothes, and starts getting dressed - including putting her own garterbelt and stockings back on underneath.