An Elven Ranger

Walking gracefully down the halls, out came an elven ranger. She was beautiful as she was fierce. White hair tied into a ponytail complemented her pale skin and ears, her brown eyes stared straight and true. Her green cape was attached to her green top, which had two straps criss-crossed along her breasts, which were the size of oranges. Her belly was exposed, due to the short top. Below that, were brown leggings, lined with pockets, which ended at her shin-length brown boots.

You were amazed by the sights, but as quickly as she appeared, she walked out of sight. You decided to follow her, curious about her and her body. As you followed, you noticed she bent down to pick up a chest. She was busy with that, so you ran towards her and jumped into a pocket in her leggings. She was straining with the chest, so she didn’t feel you coming in.

As you made yourself comfortable, she put the chest under her arm and walked out of the dungeon. You were waiting for her to step to camp, when she suddenly stopped. You looked out of your pocket to see a pirate lady, pointing a cutlass at her. Being more tan than the elf, she stood shorter than her, but was still quite formidable. Her red, curly hair framed her face well, especially with a beauty mark and a cocksure grin. She was wearing a white shirt and black leggings, where she also brandished a flintlock.

You could tell a fight would break out at any moment. You could wait and see what happens, or try to intervene somehow. But all options had their risks.