She's hogtied

You see Evellyn lie nearby in the grass on her stomach, with her hands tied behind her back, while her legs are roped together around the ankles. Another line of rope connects between these, keeping her legs folded upward as they pull at her wrists. Evellyn wriggles uncomfortably with a gag across her mouth, her boobs mushed against the hillside a few inches lower down. Her grimace conveys anger on the one hand, and being sick of continously ending up in states like this on the other.

As she futily struggles in the grass, the elves pay her little heed - instead pouring over her clothes and other posessions, talking about how to divvy them up between them. {if Evellyn has no underwear = true}You catch a few words from one of the elves that make you chuckle to yourself: "How repugnant they are.. This filthy half-human isn't even wearing underwear!"{else}The females elves seem particularly interested in acquiring Evellyn's underwear.{endif}

You count six of them, four women and two men. Zed and Cira, who you encountered yesterday, are among them too.