The elf joins them

The knight looked at Lauren, his expression torn between his duty and his clear attraction to the elf.

"What do you suggest?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Elara's.

The elf leaned in towards him, her breath warm on his neck.

"Allow me to join you," she purred. "I am skilled in combat and stealth. And I am quite certain I can... provide you with what she cannot."

Lauren felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the knight's gaze drift down to Elara's ample breasts. She knew what the elf meant, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being measured and found wanting. But she pushed the thought aside, trying to prove she wasn't petty and insecure.

"If it means saving this realm," she said, her voice tight, "I accept your offer."

With a smug smile, Elara dressed. She pulled on a tight, short tunic that showed her long legs, tall leather boots, a cloak, then a quiver, sword belt and picked up a bow. The garments hugged her body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Lauren felt a twinge of annoyance—why did she have to be so perfect?