A student or victim?

The moment Elara's fingers broke the surface of the stream, she sensed a girl's presence, clumsy-footed and hiding in the bushes. She smirked but didn't turn around. At least not right away.

"If you're going to stare," she called, voice lilting with amusement, "you might as well come closer. The view's better without leaves in the way."

A human, a brunette, emerged from the underbrush, her cheeks flushed, her fingers nervously twisting at the hem of her tunic. She was young, maybe twenty summers, with dark curls in a loose braid and blue eyes. Her gaze flickered over Elara's bare form, cheeks flushed at the sight of someone's exposed flesh.

Elara straightened, shaking droplets from her hands. "Know what I am, little human?" she said, tilting her head.

The human's mouth opened, then closed. She's too distracted by the naked, bathing elf.

"Why don't you join me?" Elara questioned, turning to grace the human with her full-frontal elven assets.