Get the whipped cream

You flash by her, and start removing her new outfit at an inhumanly fast speed. You take a second to admire your work, looking across all the curves and contours of Evellyn's toned, naked body and her ample breasts. First you drop the bundle of her clothes on the floor next to the table, before picking her up and placing her on the table. You separate out her bra and panties ,though, and put them in your pocket - because.. why not? To be generous, you decide to let her keep her socks on - there's something extra titillating for there to be a last remaining piece of clothing on while the rest of the body is naked, even if those clothes don't cover anything important. No, especially when those don't cover anything important.

You lay Evellyn out on the table, facing upward, her arms at her sides, her legs parted for a good view at the shaven skin between her thighs. You go and fetch a few things from the kitchen. You decorate each of her nipples with a healthy scoop of fresh whipped cream and a juicy strawberry, then pour a dollop of the stuff over her pussy. Finally, you leave a little smudge of it on her nose. Hopefully she won't see it and she'll walk around with cream on her face all day.

You let time resume it's regular pace. Evellyn is confused for a moment before she realises her situation and sits up straight, sending cream flying everywhere. She covers herself with her hands, smearing cream all over her body, and scowls at you.

"Do you have to do this every time? Every single time?"

"I don't have to. I just want to."

She pushes herself away, practically rolling off the table, and you watch her drop down onto the floor on the other side, limbs flailing. After a long, irritated groan, her hand re-emerges up on the table's edge to pull herself up, with the bundle of clothes pressed to her chest.

"For the love of the Godess, for once, just once, could you not-"

"- 'fraid not, sorry." you give a curt reply.

She partially sinks down again, low enough that the table obscures about half her face from your line of sight as she starts clearing off the whipped cream with the tablecloth, and putting her clothes back on.

"So, did you find her..?"

"It wasn't her. It seemed a long shot anyway."

As she disappears below the table again, you can see her pull her arms through her shirt.

"You mentioned there's a troupe of elves nearby, what about that lead?"

"Yeah, they're probably camping in the forests outside the city. Elves are stealthy, magical, and never particularly inclined to respect human boundaries or 'keep out' signs, so I figure they're worth a look as potential suspects."

"Where's my underwear?" You hear Evellyn pipe up behind the table, sticking her head just far enough up to glare in your direction.

You hold up her panties and bra, clinched between your fingers. "You hired me; I'm considering these a down-payment."

Evellyn grumbles indistinctly, and then slides a foot down one leg of her trousers. "Well then, l think we should go look for them straight away, no time to lose."

That was rather direct, you're feeling somewhat ambushed, "'We', what do you mean 'we'?"

She gets up, pulling her pants up to her waist, before putting her hands on the table and leaning towards you. Her eyes gleam with intent. "I'm coming with you this time. I'm not just useless entertainment for when you're bored, I'm a trained soldier, I can actually be helpful!"

"Didn't I tell you I prefer to ply my trade in pea-"

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand "stop calling it your trade, it's your hobby. I hired you as you just pointed out, and I definitely did not pay for pranks like this." She aggressively pulls her pants up a bit further, as if to emphasize the point.