Meet up with Eva.

She looks quite beautiful lit by the moon and stars. Her lavender hair flows in the breeze which occasionally picks up--chilly air up in the mountains, and with the hot seasons coming to an end. Though she doesn't seem to be all that bothered by the temperature, despite how exposed her smooth, fair skin may be. As you approach, she smiles and offers out her hand to take.

You place your warm palm over hers and pink fills her cheeks. "Is this really just a walk?" you ask.

She glances away and squeezes your grip. "What do you mean? I'm just staying safe... and it's cool out tonight. I don't want to get sick, and this will keep me warmer. It's not a big deal. If you want though, I can let go."

You could always just dress warmer. "I don't mind."

A larger gust of wind blows past you. As it does, Eva whimpers quietly under her breath and places her free hand between her legs, holding down her skirt. She looks to you and becomes flustered, glancing away a second time, though unable to hide her embarrassment. "... A little w-windy," she mutters under her breath.

"Are you sure you don't want to get changed into something else first?" you ask.

"What do you mean?" She turns back and pouts. "You don't like my outfit?"

"No, no. It's really cute. I just--"

She tugs on your hand and begins walking down the path. "Then let's go! I think we should walk the walls. I've always wanted to see what everything looks like from up there at night, but I've been too nervous to go out on my own."

The two of you make your way towards the nearest watchtower staircase to lead up above. Flickering torchlight illuminates the interior. You watch as her adorable fluffy ears bounce as she takes each set up, and you can't help but reach out with your other hand to touch. They're so soft. Sensitive too, by Eva's sudden shivering reaction. She glances up to you with colour in her face, and the two of you reach the top soon after.

"Oh wow," she whispers. Her hand lets go of yours, and she scurries along the wall towards the front gates.

You hurry after.

She stops around where you ran into the harpies again for the first time in ages--when you were tasked with rescuing Stax and other monsters from who you'd eventually come to know as Mela. There's a doorway past her, which leads into the pair of towers enclosing the large wooden gate which is currently raised shut. She stares off into the tree-filled valley. The moon is nearly full, and is bathing the mountainside with a cool, almost mystical glow. Without the pollution of modern city lights, you've always been able to see the full extent of the universe every night, but this view is particularly photo-worthy. You wish you had your phone still, or at least a camera.

An even lovelier view is beside you. Eva brings a hand back through her hair as she turns her eyes back towards you, and she smiles sweetly. There's a slow, constant breeze wafting through her clothes, and causing her long hair to flutter.

A second gust of wind nearly blows her skirt entirely up, but she pushes it down just in time. Her face turns red as she lets out a quiet gasp. After it dies down, she brings one hand up to gently bite the back of her finger. The colour isn't disappearing from her cheeks. You notice that she's fidgeting strangely, and her hot breath is appearing visually through the chilly breeze.

"It's been awhile since you've been so embarrassed about someone seeing your panties," you say. "It's just me here, you know."

"Y-Yes," she mumbles. "Yes, I know."

You move closer. "Are you all right?" you ask as you touch your hand to her shoulder.

She shudders. "I'm fine!" she blurts out, still flustered.

You look down her body--massive cleavage barely restrained by a couple buttons, her slim, exposed belly, the tiny skirt hanging over a juicy pair of thighs. Her stockings squeeze her skin, and leave a tantalizing strip bare between them and her skirt. When you look back up to her face, she's panting even harder. Her breaths in the air waft like a cloud up over your face.

What's this? You look down again to see something sticking out from one of her satchels. You take hold, and pull an empty glass vial up to inspect.

"That's n-nothing!" Eva shouts as she snatches it from your hand. She takes a stumbling step backwards and stuffs it back into her bag. Her legs are shaking. "It's... It's nothing," she whispers.

You move closer again. This time, you lay a hand on her bare side. "Just tell me what you want, Eva. If you'd like, you can whisper it to me instead."

She presses up against your chest and looks up with pleading eyes. "I'm... I'm not... wearing any panties," she speaks softly.

"Outside in the wind?"

Eva moans and squeezes the fabric of your shirt. "I've done it before," she whispers. "B-But not in a long time."

She's so horny right now. And that vial. These girls never just say what they want. It's all mind games. But that's because she's too embarrassed to say it. We're outside, out in the open. This is her fantasy. She's practically in ecstasy right now and nothing has even happened.

You slide your other hand down her back, over her behind, and slide it up her skirt. You feel the soft, squishy cheek of her butt, and move your hand up further to grope it tight. There really is nothing underneath. She lets out a squeak as you feel her bare ass.

Eva throws her arms around your shoulders and plants her lips passionately against your own. Her tongue slips inside and you pull her firmly up against your body by her rear. Your hand on her side moves up to touch her cheek, and she gyrates her hips--bucking against you like a horny rabbit. You push her back, and press her against the cold stone brick wall of the watchtower.

She looks to the side, gasping for air. "Oh... Oh Kyle... We're up here for everyone to see."

You whisper into her ear. "That's right. A lot of people could be watching you."

"Oooh~," she moans. "D-Don't say that."

"I think I saw someone just now."

"Stop teasing me!" She bites her lip.

"You're really into that sort of thing, aren't you? Being exposed. Out in the open. It really turns you on, doesn't it?" you ask

She purses her lips and nods.

"Then prove it. That you aren't wearing panties."

"H-Huh? You already know... You felt it."

You take a step back. "But I haven't seen it."

She moves her trembling hands down to pinch the hem of her skirt. "Y-You're right."

You make sure to stare directly at her as she struggles to overcome her nerves. Another breeze hits--the cold winds between her legs, a constant reminder of what she's lacking. Her eyes dart all around. There isn't another soul in sight, but she's still standing atop the wall, where anyone both inside and out could see her. Her heart is racing. She's breathing so quickly that you worry briefly that she might pass out. Finally, she slowly raises the fabric up her creamy thighs, and then up past her hips where one might expect to see a pair of panties. Instead, it's nothing but more bare skin. Her pussy glistens--the thrill causing it to trickle down her leg. Her face is as red as one can be.

"Th-Th-There," she stutters. "Is that enough?"

It may sound at first like she's asking to stop, but the expression on her face screams the opposite.