Stealthy

You walk over to her, and carefully start extricating her panties from under her clothes. It's always tricky, because you need to get rid of the victim's pants and shoes first, but taking **** care you manage to slide her pants off, pull the panties all the way down her legs and off her feet, and then slide her pants back up again.

The panties are simple linen underwear, nothing like the lacey affair from yesterday, but they're still a prize. You pocket them, grinning to yourself, and then walk over to the chair on the opposite side of the table. When you suddenly appear in the room, Evellyn snaps to attention. She doesn't seem to notice her missing underwear, probably because of the sudden movement she made by herself when she jolted upright, shifting on her chair.

"So, did you find her?" She asks.

"It took me a while, but I did."

"Go on, don't leave me in suspense..."

"It wasn't her. It seemed a long shot anyway."

She looks pensively for a moment. "So what's the next lead? You mentioned there's a troupe of elves nearby?"

"Yeah, they're probably camping in the forests outside the city. Elves are stealthy, magical, and never particularly inclined to respect human boundaries or 'keep out' signs, so I figure they're worth a look as potential suspects.

"Well then, l think we should go look for them straight away, no time to lose."

She's being very direct, you're feeling somewhat ambushed, "'We', what do you mean 'we'?"

She leans forward, one arm leaning on the table, eyes gleaming with intent. "I'm coming with you this time. I'm not useless or a burden, I'm a trained soldier, I can be helpful!"

"Didn't I tell you I prefer to ply my tra-"

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand "-ply your hobby in peace, yes, yes, yes, I remember. Just suck it up. You're such a show-off I'm sure you can stomach at least one person watching."