"Need a hand?"

Evellyn darts through the grain, hands tied behind her back, until she emerges some distance away in a clearing.

"Need a helping hand?" Your voice rings out. She snaps around, finding you perched on a nearby rock, hands leaning on your knee.

Clearly frustrated and flustered, she turns to and fro. You watch her squirm for a bit, uncomfortable at being unable to cover up her naked body in this open clearing.

"N- no? I know what kind of help your hands provide!"