Pants and a cloak should suffice

Evellyn, having acquired enough fabric to at least be able to cover herself fully, dashes away through the forested landscape, making as much distance from the huntress as she can. Imagine if that woman manages to catch up to her… She’ll exact furious **** on her.

Evellyn can already see the scene unfold in her mind’s eye; the huntress would level her bow at her, and order her to strip down and return the clothes… as a start. Facing the arrow pointed at her heaving bosom Evellyn would have **** but to comply, to debase herself and expose her naked body once again, her trembling fingers reaching to undo the cloak and lower the pants down to the ground to leave her completely bare. The huntress would probably demand she then put her hands up in the air, leaving Evellyn unable to even cover herself. That dastardly, lust filled huntress might even order her to spin around a few times for amusement, and Evellyn imagined how shaky her breath might be, and how she’d feel embarrassed at how her nipples might, purely hypothetically, start to stiffen, as the huntress would approach and reach put a hand to touch her bare…

Oof, this flight of imagination was starting to make Evellyn a lot more aroused than she’d expected it to… Oh gods above and below, have the past 48 hours awakened something kinky in her? She shakes away the erotic thoughts hounding her and continues to bound through the forest, until she hits a road. More of a dirt trail, really.