Tie her to a tree - better safe than sorry

As Evellyn puts on the huntress' underwear and begins slipping into her trousers she begins to plan ahead. Truth be told she wasn't sure she'd even get this far, but was expecting another humiliating failure... But now that she has stolen - no, acquired the clothes she's been looking for, what's next? If she leaves the the half-elf here she risks her waking up and coming after her to retrieve her clothes, and given Evellyn's luck the past little while probably inflicting that next humiliating defeat she's been dreading. Evellyn has had her full share of barebuttocked retreats thank you very much, and she is even less keen to suffer one at the hands of someone without ridiculously unfair magic powers. She still has a little bit of pride left and prefers winning over losing.

Evellyn pulls the half-elf's shirt over her head. Sadly, for Evellyn to assure herself of a win here, someone else is going to have to lose, and she glances at the prone huntress, lying naked a few feet from her with her bare ass up in the air. She can hear her faintly muttering and groaning in a stunned, barely-conscious daze, and Evellyn quickly looks through her gear and produces a set of rope. There's a small bit of selfloathing that she quickly surpresses, knowing these are the tricks of the thief's trade (or more accurately hobby), but she does not feel like she has much of a choice here, and picks up the half-elf and puts her up against a suitable nearby tree.

"This better not awaken something in me..." she whispers softly to herself as she begins tightly wrapping the rope around the naked half-elf, propped up against the tree. Evellyn firmly ties the wrope into a knot on the other side of the tree, and then steps back to see if it'll hold. The half-elf slumps down an inch of two before the tight ropes prevent her from slipping any further; her perky breasts portruding from between two sets of rope, and her head slouched forward.

Evellyn continues getting dressed and swiftly makes her way out of there, in order to resume her search for the city. She takes a last look over her shoulder at the nude half-elf behind her but eventually shrugs her shoulders; "She'll probably get out of those ropes on her own at some point, she'll be fine. I've personally been in worse situations." Evellyn disappears into the bushes, leaving the huntress to wake up to her unfortunate predicament some time later.