She is, but her outfit isn't

Silvia wails in terror as she rolls downward, tumbling over and over again as she bumps into apparently every prickly plant and sharp stick on her way to the bottom.

Her ears are filled with the sounds of various things crunching, breaking, snapping, and... ripping (?) as she dizzily spins down the side of the hill. Each rotation leaves the little dark elf feeling more pained as something else collides with her, and more... exposed (!) as she feels this scrappy plant life clinging to her garments, and then ripping them away from her, one piece at a time.

First, Silvia feels her remaining boot slip free of her other foot. Then she feels her lovely tunic (it was oh-so-soft and comfy) rip and tear repeatedly until finally one particularly nasty and scrubby bush snagged it and managed to pull it off of her petite body completely, leaving her belly uncovered and her lovely red bra exposed to the world.

Her breeches faired little better. First her belt was unlooped by Silvia's constantly spinning motion, slipping off as she rotated over and over, and then her baggy pants started to slip free, down over her delectable hips, until they too decided they'd rather adorn the side of this hill than stay on her wonderfully-wide dungeon booty for another second.

Those embarrassing losses meant all Silvia had left when she finally reached the bottom of the hill were her matching set of red bra and panties. At least, the lingerie would have survived, if they weren't such flimsy, delicate things and there hadn't been a particularly large thorny bush there to finally stop Silvia's terrible tumble.

Unlike Silvia's outer garments, which were meant for adventuring, her unmentionables were clearly meant to be worn in a more intimate setting, like the bedroom (or if you're the kinkier sort, the dungeon), and when the poor, unlucky dark elf collided with the shrubbery, the prickly beast almost instantly latched on and then shredded the dark elf's (apparently not-so) lucky pair of undies.

The dark elf yowled in pain as her surprisingly soft, (and very small) body collided with the plant and finally stopped moving. Her ears were ringing and the little elf was struggling to hold back the tears, when she heard Hilda's voice off in the distance.

"Mistress, are you ok?" The human asked with genuine concern in her voice.

Silvia simply moaned as she crawled out from the underbrush, covered in small cuts, bruises, and a complete lack of clothing...