They make for camp

The party started silently making their way to camp for the evening. Lae'zel, despite her best efforts, couldn't fully hide her embarrassment, both at the fact that she was naked but also for the way she lost her composure. She would occasionally cross her arm over her breasts and use her other hand to cover her pussy when she was sure Shadowheart wasn't looking, only to pose confidently again every time Shadowheart turned her head back to make sure her githyanki party member wasn't about to plunge a dagger into her back. Shadowheart, on the other hand, tried to look everywhere BUT at Karlach. Her stomach was twisted in knots over the situation she found herself in. On the one hand, she was furious at Lae'zel. She couldn't believe someone could be so egotistical and self centered as to destroy their own clothes and leave themselves naked just to prove a point. She also felt bad for Karlach, who selflessly destroyed her clothes and left herself naked over and over again to help the party and now was rewarded for her selflessness with being stuck that way until they could afford to dress her. On the other hand, Shadowheart was very hot and bothered right now, both literally from marching all day in chain mail and metaphorically from being flanked on both sides by her naked party members. Karlach was hot in more ways than one. Shadowheart was taken by her rippling muscles and thunderous thighs, her ample bosom and her well toned derriere. She hoped those massive arms would pick her up and pin her against a tree. And as much as she hated to admit it, the few peeks she did take at Lae'zel also took her breath away. Her tight abs, her cum gutters, her... alien "assets"... even Lae'zel's strange attempts at trying to be intimidating in this situation stirred something deep inside Shadowheart. But Shadowheart knew she shouldn't be thinking that way right now. She didn't want to take advantage of Karlach's situation, and similarly, she didn't want to give Lae'zel the satisfaction of knowing she was also Shadowheart's type.

Karlach broke the silence. "Shadowheart?"

Shadowheart was shocked out of her lustful intoxication. "Yes?"

"I know I'm naked, but can you please stop staring at me?"

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... I mean I didn't... I-"

"It's ok! I know. It's a strange situation. I forgive you. I'm just feeling embarrassed is all and would appreciate a little bit of self control." The gentleness in Karlach's voice put Shadowheart at ease.

"If your eyes are hungry for strong warriors, elf, you're more than free to feast your eyes on my flesh." Lae'zel proudly interjected.

"In your dreams, Lae'zel." Shadowheart retorted.

Lae'zel grunted again. Was she feeling... Rejected? "Perhaps the elf should take her own armor off if she can't control her eyes. Unless she's scared of course."

"My pride isn't that easily wounded, gith. I don't need to show everyone my bare ass just to prove a point. If you want to see me naked so bad, you'll have to try harder than that."

"Nobody wants to see you naked, elf. I bet your body under that armor is frail and lacking in muscle. You've probably never trained one day in your pathetic life."

"Of course that would be your definition of beauty. Please be quiet, I would like to hear my own thoughts now instead of your childish taunts." Shadowheart turn and faced herself forward again, keeping her eyes to the ground.

When they made it back to camp, they were greeted by Wyll and Gale. Astarion was off hunting, apparently.

Gale was the first to notice. "What in the blazes happened to you lot out there? Is there some kind of ooze out there devouring armor?"

"Mind your own affairs, wizard. A warrior needs no explanation." Lae'zel pushed past the welcoming party and stormed to her tent in indignation.

"I... got into another fight. My engine did this. But Lae'zel, well, she... she did that all by herself." Karlach responded.