Strip until I tell you to stop ( her)

Evellyn straightens her back, and takes on a more confident demeanor. She’s going to make a gambit, and it’ll take an effort to sell it convincingly: ”Here’s the deal lass, unless you want all the local guys and gals around this forest and at the outpost to know about this naughty, dirty little kink you’re soliciting me for… I suggest you make me a very good offer.” Evellyn puts particular emphasis on those descriptors, making them sound extra scandalous. The huntress takes a step back, looking unsure of herself. ”You wouldn’t!”

Evellyn continues her ultimatum: ”…If you don’t want to be hearing a lot of people whispering ‘spanky’ behind your back, you better start strippin’ until I tell you to stop.”

The half-elf looks around, indecisive what to do, and trying to gauge if Evellyn is really intending go play hardball like that. Evellyn tries to press the offensive. ”Who knows, if the offer is good enough maybe I’ll let you spank me after all just for the hell of it,” Evellyn shrugs with a coy grin.