Her shapely body is too much for your control. You need to explore the rest of her. Hopping down to the ground, you rush like a leaf on the wind toward the woman.
Her ears twitch and she turns toward you. Grabbing her bow, she holds it up in front of herself.
"Hold!"
Your pace slows.
"Hello there, little Elf."
"Who are you?"
"I am the forest. I am nameless. What are you called?" She lowers the bow, smiling for a moment. Closer to her, you watch as her breasts still heave with surprised breathing. You can see the outline of her hip bone through the light silken filigree on her tunic. Watching your hungry eyes, she crosses her arms to obscure her body from your gaze.
"Elara of the Haverwood. And friend to nature." She salutes you with an Elven wave that amuses you. The Haverwood was a tamed forest, the kind that had completely lost its will to Elven magic. That was the irony of Elves, they called enslavement friendship.
"Oh good." You approach her slowly, vines following your feet from the undergrowth. "I was hoping for a friend..."
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