She joins

The human's fingers trembled where they touched the laces of her tunic. The woven threads resisted at first, then eventually came off.

Elara observed from the stream, her golden eyes tracking every twitch of Isla's hands. Water rippled around the elf's floating arms as she traced idle patterns across its surface. "Take your time," she murmured, the hint of a smile playing at her lips. "Do you have a name, little human?"

The loosened tunic gaped open, exposing her pale collarbone and the subtle swell of her chest beginning just below. Isla took a deep breath as she pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it slither down her arms to catch at her elbows before falling completely.

"Isla," she says, immediately crossing her arms over her bare breasts. Her fingers dug into flesh, trying to cover her assets from view.

Elara's gaze swept over the human's posture. "See? The world didn't end," she said, tilting her head just enough to catch Isla's downcast eyes. The elf is certainly amused. She likes them shy.

Boots came next; Isla kicked them off with ease, and her leggings followed in a hurried shimmy, the fabric pooling around her ankles. The thatch of brown curls between her thighs drew her hands instinctively downward to cover up. Chestnut hair tumbled past her shoulders. A flush spread from her cheeks down her neck, colouring the tops of her full breasts that swayed slightly with each shallow breath. Her nipples stood taut, dark against pale skin.

Elara's gaze lingered where Isla's fingers pressed into soft flesh, the human's generous curves made the Au Naturale Monk very happy. "There now," Elara murmured, her voice dropping to soothe. "That wasn't so terrible, was it?"

With great ****, the now-nude human slowly steps into the water, trying her best to keep her most feminine features hidden.