Pose her on the table

You flash by her, and start removing her new outfit at an inhumanly fast speed. You take a second to admire your work, looking across all the curves and contours of Evellyn's toned, naked body, and her ample breasts. First you drop the bundle of her clothes on the floor next to the table, before picking her up and placing her on the table. You separate her bra and panties though, and put them in your pocket - because.. why not?

You walk circles around the table, making adjustments to Evellyn's pose. You place her on the table on her stomach, her legs pointed up, with her ass pushed slightly up in the air. She's leaning on her breasts, one hand under her chin, while the other hand is stretched outwards, holding a couple grapes to feed you like some kind of exotic seductress. Truly, a sight fit for the greatest of court painters.

You take a seat at the table, and time resumes at its regular pace. You see a momentary confusion take hold of Evellyn's face, as she attempts to readjust to being moved around, her befuddled eyes focussing on the grapes dangling from her hand.

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"Truly, Eve, you didn't need to go through all this effort for me - but I appreciate it."

Upon gaining awareness of her position, Evellyn jolts, surprised to find herself draped naked over her table, and lets the grapes drop from her hand with a little squeel. She pushes herself away, practically rolling off the table, and you watch her drop down onto the floor on the other side, limbs flailing. After a long, irritated groan, her hand re-emerges up on the table's edge to pull herself up, with the bundle of clothes pressed to her chest.

"For the love of the Godess, for once, just once, could you not-"

"- 'fraid not, sorry." you give a curt reply.

She partially sinks down again, low enough that the table obscures about half her face from your line of sight as she starts putting her clothes back on.

"So, did you find her..?"

"It wasn't her. It seemed a long shot anyway."

As she disappears below the table again, you can see her pull her arms through her shirt.

"You mentioned there's a troupe of elves nearby, what about that lead?"

"Yeah, they're probably camping in the forests outside the city. Elves are stealthy, magical, and never particularly inclined to respect human boundaries or 'keep out' signs, so I figure they're worth a look as potential suspects."

"Where's my underwear." You hear Evellyn pipe up behind the table, sticking her head just far enough up to glare in your direction.

You hold up her panties and bra, clinched between your fingers. "You hired me; I'm considering these a down-payment."

Evellyn grumbles indistinctly, and then slides a foot down one leg of her trousers. "Well then, l think we should go look for them straight away, no time to lose."

That was rather direct, you're feeling somewhat ambushed, "'We', what do you mean 'we'?"

She gets up, pulling her pants up to her waist, before putting her hands on the table and leaning towards you. Her eyes gleam with intent. "I'm coming with you this time. I'm not just useless entertainment for when you're bored, I'm a trained soldier, I can actually be helpful!"

"Didn't I tell you I prefer to ply my trade in pea-"

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand "stop calling it your trade, it's your hobby. I hired you as you just pointed out, and I definitely did not pay for pranks like this." She aggressively pulls her pants up a bit further, as if to emphasize the point.