How about Evellyn spanks her instead!

Evellyn makes a counteroffer, trying to get out if this arrangement with a modicum more modesty remaining. If she’s gonna be roped in to this she insist on at least getting the position of dominance: ”Oooh, that sounds kinky,” she replies, faking a slightly more sultry tone, ”but you know what’d be really kinky? If I… spanked you!” she gives her own ass a little slap for emphasis, before repositioning her hand to protect her modesty.

The huntress swallows. ”… That does sound rather hot,” she admits in a low, muttered voice. ”Well than you better get that pretty butt of yours on my lap,” Evellyn makes a few suggestive eyebrow gestures, and wanders over to the nearby treestump, wiggling her hips a little before sitting down. Inside she feels like she’d rather be swallowed up by the earth at this point than continue playing this charade, but outwardly she continues to radiate confidence and titillation. ”I heard a naughty, naughty huntress is trying to spank defenseless peasant women. I think she needs a little bit of her own medicine, don’t you agree?”

The huntress throws a few glances over her shoulder, and after a rather inadequate survey of her surroundings quickly slips off her quiver and bow and approaches Evellyn with an eager look in her eyes, akin to someone receiving a taste of forbidden fruit and aching for more. ”…Y-yes, she needs some punishment.”

Evellyn resists the urge to roll her eyes, while the half-elf lays herself down on Evellyn’s lap.