Evellyn hides and spies on the huntress

Evellyn mumbles a goodbye, tightly wraps the cloak around her bare form, and quickly departs the awkward scene. ”No scruples, taking advantage of a helpless peasant like that”, Evellyn thinks to herself as she disappears between the trees.

After she vanishes out of the half-elf’s direct line of sight, Evellyn is struck with a burst of wily inspiration. She continues a little bit further, before circling back around as stealthily as she can, careful to avoid breaking any twigs and the like. She picks up a suitable hefty log along the way, and approaches the glade where she had bartered with the huntress from a different angle in order to remain hidden by another small rise in the topography.

Evellyn inches closer, log in one hand, clutching the cloak tightly around herself with the other. She peeks over the hill and sees the exact situation she’d wagered on: the half-elf had discarded her bow and quiver to the side... and her pants are slumped down to around her ankles, as the huntress had rolled up the bottom of her shirt and is busy trying to put on the newly acquired garterbelt. Evellyn looks on slightly agape despite of herself: the huntress had legs for days, her smooth tanned skin running from the curvature of her thighs and butt, accentuated by where the tight strap of her thong was digging in, all the way down to where her crumpled pants lie pooled around he ankles. Evellyn has literally caught her with her trousers down!