Sneak up on the girls while they bathe.

Your war against the evil High Elf will be a difficult one. It'll be a long, hard struggle as you spend months ferreting out her weaknesses, analyzing her habits, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It could take days. It could take weeks. It could take months! Years, even!

"My power, while vast, is not inexhaustible," Nella says. The High Elf stretches her arms above her head and cricks her back. "A bath in the nearby hot spring will do nicely."

Well, how about that. Time does fly when you're having fun!

"A bath? I hate baths." Cleo sticks out her tongue. It's just as cute and catlike as her ears and tail. Maybe she could give you a tongue bath?

"You would do well to follow my example," Nella sniffs. "Your habits of personal hygene are... lacking."

"Are you saying I smell?!"

"Ladies! Ladies!" Stein steps between them and gives a disarming smile. "Let's all just relax. A nice bath will put everything behind us."

Clever, you think. He's obviously trying to join them in the bath. But not clever enough.

"Fortunately for you..." Nella smirks at Stein. "Fighters have no need to replenish mana. Would you be a gentleman and keep watch for ambushes while Cleo and I relax?"

"Of course," Stein sighs. You might feel sorry for him if he wasn't so boring and unremarkable.

Nella may be a snooty High Elf, but she's anything but unremarkable. She's got smooth, flawless skin, turned a sublime shade of gold by the warm sun of her homelands. Her long auburn hair is just as perfect as the rest of her: beautifully kept and smooth as silk.

Nella's outfit is snooty, too. It's a tight-fitting dress of light red cloth that clings to her body, but has a long cut up her left thigh. She looks like she's about to go dancing, not fighting! Her oodles of jewelry don't help, either. Amethyst necklace, emerald wristbands, emerald brooch, diamond earrings on her pointed ears... she sparkles so much that her sparkles sparkle!

Her flaws are that she's short. Short, and totally flat. She'd make a terrible pillow! Skinny hips, no boobs, and a bony butt.

The elf's nothing like Cleo. No, Cleo is perfect. She's got great hips that sweep out under her duelist's skirt, which is really just a couple of leather bits tied around her waist. Underneath that, she's wearing super-tight, super-short shorts. Her thighs are just begging to be nibbled!

Cleo's duelist outfit of combat high heels (for dashing forward and backwards quickly, of course!) and thigh-high black stockings cover most of her legs, unfortunately. Her gloves are long too, coming up past her elbows. From what you can see of Cleo's upper arms and thighs, her skin's an olive brown, just a shade lighter than the hair on her tail and left ear.

If only she had bigger chest pillows... the Dark Elf you booped earlier had comfier ones. Oh, well.

"Come on, Cleo," Nella says. "Let's get to the hot spring. Stein, we're trusting you to keep any monsters away. There's only one way up to the bath, so even you should be able to see anyone coming. Keep on your guard!"

You slip into the undergrowth. It's time to put your plan into action!