Trespassing is a punishable offense

Evellyn wearily endures her rival's mocking tone, trying to control her exasperation: "If you must know, I was unceremoniously dumped here by someone with a twisted sense of humor, and now, it seems, at the mercy of your insufferable company. Unless you plan to be of any actual assistance, I'd appreciate it if you could point me in the direction of the nearest civilized place and we'll just forget this ever happened."

Charlene's laughter subsides, replaced by a sly grin. She saunters a few steps closer, slackening the bowstring a little: "Oh, of course I'll be of assistance, my dear Evey. But first, let's address this rather... revealing ensemble you've got going on. Quite the spectacle you've become, haven't you?"

"Yes, and I doubt your presence will make it any more enjoyable." Evellyn's patience is wearing very thin, very quickly.

Charlene drawls, "I always knew you had a penchant for drama, but this is a new low, even for you. Trespassing on my land, are we? That is a punishable offense."

Evellyn shoots a glare at Charlene more potent than any arrow in her rival's quiver. "Penchant for dra- ugh, spare me the theatrics, Charlene, this is hardly the time for your petty vendettas. I have more pressing matters to attend to than playing your games."

Charlene takes another couple steps forwards, and with a swift unexpected motion jerks the blanket free from Evellyn's grasp, leaving her naked. Evellyn yelps in outraged indignation before she instinctively attempts to cover herself, her hands hurriedly shielding her exposed boobs and lower regions from her rival's amused scrutiny. The wet strands of her hair cling to her face and shoulders, offering less than the merest semblance of cover. Charlene circles her, like a predator stalking prey. Her eyes roam unapologetically over Evellyn's exposed body, her mouth curled in a victorious smirk: "Tsk, tsk, Evey. I never thought I'd see the day when the valiant knight would find herself in such a compromising situation. I'll be sure to offer the goddess some extra prayers of thanks tonight."

Evellyn's jaw tightens, irritation replacing embarrassment in ever increasing measure. "Are you done??"

Charlene revels in the moment, and has no qualms about drawing it out. In fact, the glint in her eyes suggests a mischievous idea forming. "Oh, don't be so hasty, Evey. You'll need to make amends for your trespassing and work off the debt you've incurred. You wouldn't suggest breaking the law, would you? And I'm sure we can find a suitable arrangement to settle it..."