Warning shot: Relieve them of their undies

You walk away from in between the frozen arrows, and begin to trace the directions from which each of the three arrows came. Easily enough you locate a trio of elves who had stealthily surrounded you, hiding behind the trees and bushes nearby - you’re honestly quite impressed with how close they managed to get to you without alerting you, but they’re no match for how close you are able to get without being noticed yourself. Ah, the perks of time-stopping powers.

You discover three comely elven lasses, having snuck up on you in a roughly triangular formation. On one side, stalking behind an old oak, still frozen in the position of having just released her arrow, you find a wiry redhead, her messy hair falling behind her back in long braids. She’s wearing some form of wicker armor across her chest, leaving part of her stomach exposed - for ease of movement, surely no other consideration - and dark red slacks, with a quiver full of arrows attached to a rope belt around her waist. You first get rid of all the arrows (that stuff’s dangerous, don’t you know?!) and then you engage in a bit of disrobement jiu-jitsu, relieving the fierce redhead of her bra and panties and then putting her clothes back in place.

You move on to the second elf: A olive-skinned beauty with a wild pixiecut of mousy brown hair, left long on one side in the front, and full lips pulled into a grimace as she released her shot a few moments prior. Again you empty out her quiver of arrows, and inspect her thoroughly. She’s wearing a combat kilt, and a top consisting of leather strips, embroidered with lead motifs, crossing diagonally over her chest - again leaving the area around the navel exposed. To ease your work you simply take all her clothes off first, and are surprised to find some fine silk finery underneath. No doubt this elfin stole them from some unfortunate victim from the town or in an ambush on the road. “They should really learn to keep their hands off other people’s stuff,” you think to yourself without a hint of irony as you slip the elf’s underwear off and have a go fondling her pert tits. After some not inconsiderable time you dress her again.

Finally, you reach the third elf, hidden behind some thick shrubs. Similarly slender and graceful like the others, with tanned skin and dark wavy hair that falls about her face in wild clusters, this elven lady wears a dark green tube top with a single shoulder, embellishing the bare arm with a number of woven bracelets and armbands. She wears a dark brown cloak, and has a quiver of arrows slung over it which you empty like the others, and is dressed in some baggy trousers held tight around her waist with a leather belt. The hint of nipples already gave it away, but you hoist up her top to be certain, and find she’s not wearing a bra… and then check to discover she’s gone commando down below as well! Naughty little elf.

With your plunder in hand you distance yourself from the elves, pondering the arrows still hovering midair. This little excursion was enjoyable enough on its own merits but you did come here with a job to do… So what’s the next course of action?