Strip down and seduce them

Step one was definitely stowing away this leather top. Deep red undergarments on pale red skin, and black boots coming up to your knees; nicely accentuated hips and a modest chest (compared to the balloons heroines carried around) made more pronounced by the bra. Yes, this should definitely be enough to draw a man in.

Maybe you had just had too many lucky experiences. Maybe Masochist and the three Bimbos had just gone to your head. Wearing almost nothing for armor, you approach three heroes.

One is quick to notice your approach. He shoots up from the water, spinning to face you. A bow has appeared in his hands, the string already drawn back. You raise both hands quickly. "Wait! I'm not here to fight! I was just looking for a bath!"

He doesn't shoot you right away, at least. One of the others turns to look over his shoulder and gives a low whistle. "You walk around the woods like that all the time, baby?"

Perfect. You put on a sultry grin. "No; usually I don't dress up so much."

The perverted smile he gives you is gold. Next he'll invite you to join them in the bath-

You feel the crackle of energy just a moment before it hits you. The third adventurer, the one who hadn't moved yet and you weren't paying attention to, had been chanting a spell. No, a prayer, you realize as a blast of holy energy slams into your chest. Pain erupts all over your being, a vicious burning that draws out a scream from your very soul. You're blown backward, crashing to the ground, and gasp as 100 HP vanishes in an instant.

The pervert whistles again. "Deak, she's still alive. You miss or somethin'?"

"It was a square hit," the apparent priest replies. His voice was level, rational. Not at all interested in what a (probationary) succubus had to offer. "Her level must be exceptionally high for the area."

"So, we gonna finish her off or play with her?"

You silently plead with the Hells that they choose play. That blast hurt.

I don't think they're gonna choose play, Fay warns.

Right on cue, a bolt of energy--a magical arrow shot by the first hero--sinks into your leg. You shriek, and another 15 HP slip away. 5 HP left; time to skedaddle.

You reach into your inventory desperately before he can fire again and pull out a minor health potion. You chug it, silently thank Huny for saving your life, and spin around to run. Another arrow hits you, this one right on your butt. You yelp from the pain, but it gives you a bit of momentum forward; so you use that to take two steps and jump into the air.

Not a moment too soon. Another blast of holy energy sails just under you, striking a tree and petering out harmlessly. Then you're into the treeline and quickly moving away. Not quite fast enough to avoid hearing the perv break out in raucous laughter behind you, though.

After ten minutes, you settle down on a branch and look yourself over. Back up at 90HP, down one potion, and humbled once more. Most of the burning across your chest was healed, thankfully; it's only a little more red and tender than the rest of your skin. The bra isn't damaged at all. Leave it to holy magic to only hurt the demon.

'You okay, Fay?'

I'm fine. Are you?

'Somehow. I think I'll stick with ambushes from now on, though.'

She's silent for a moment. For what it's worth, I would have invited you into the bath.

'Thanks, Fay. I think you're gonna have to come out now, though, and the baths are taken.'

She groans. Stupid heroes.

You agree wholeheartedly.