Off come the clothes

With an obvious chagrin and a gnashing of teeth the huntress puts her bow aside and undoes her cloak, allowing it to drop in a pile at her ankles. With a resentful grunt she pulls her ragged shirt over her head, tousling her hair and revealing a plain bra over a slender half-elven frame - though straining to contain some not-inconsiderable assets nonetheless. Peeved, she flings the shirt down onto the ground at her feet and folds her arms over her chest, looking towards Evellyn with the faint hope for a quick end to this charade.

Obviously those hopes are immediately dashed as Evellyn returns an expectant look, and a nod of the head indicating for her to continue. With a low groan she looks down at herself and realizes the next to go would be her boots - unless she’s willing to ‘free the nipple’ - so she sits down on the treestump behind her and takes off the boots one by one, each dislodging after an agitated jerking motion, before she tosses them over to land amidst her shirt and cloak. She then stands back up, and crosses her arms again.

Evellyn gives another similar look, trying to bluff her way into getting as much as she can. ”Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop yet.”

The huntress hesitates, before her fingers start to reluctantly make their way down to the waistband of her pants, and begin undoing her belt. After a little fiddling the pants plummet down to her ankles in one smooth motion, and the half-elf shuffles around a little to get her feet free and kick the pants off in the general direction of where the other clothes are gathered. She’d been hiding a plain but rather tight thong underneath these pants; the waistband is digging into her upper thighs, and the amount of coverage provided by the khaki fabric is minimal at best.

The huntress stands around uncomfortably, mimicking Evellyn’s pose in covering herself. After a few seconds of silence appear to indicate Evellyn intends for her to continue stripping even further, the huntress blurts out an exasperated ”Oh come on!” Evellyn cocks her head in response, and tries to appear dominant and in control, straightening her back. Go big when bluffing. ”The sooner you continue, the sooner I’ll say stop, spanky.”

The huntress grimaces… and slowly reaches her arms behind her back, unclasps her bra, and then quickly slips it off before throwing her arms across her bare chest again, but not before Evellyn catches a glimpse of her enviable rack. ”Okay that’s enough, you can stop,” she says.

The huntress, reduced to just socks and her tiny string thong squirms in near-nude discomfort, next to the big pile of her erstwhile clothes.