Wynn needs potion supplies

You wake up earlier than normal to try and prepare for the fastidious Wynn. Triple checking your bag you arrive at the guild hall around dawn. Walking into the near empty guild hall, you are unsurprisingly greeted by Wynn. She is dressed in a similar emerald robe as yesterday but with tight, leather padding that looks both protective and shapely as it accentuates her large top. Wynn is holding a flier as a large crate filled with glass bottles floats a couple of feet off the ground behind her. As she turns and walks towards you the crate bobs along behind her. Wynn hands you the flier and notices your face contort.

"Oh come now Mr. Goldleaf, is a simple hunting quest that onerous?" You shake your head and reply, "Well I wanted something easy... But slimes? That's copper rank stuff, I did that week one. Plus it's only 50 gold, even with the Guildmaster's Coin it's only 250 for the each of us. I though you needed expensive supplies Ms. Zelari?" Wynn cocks a grin and says,"No it'll be 500 for you, the slimes are the ingredient. Trust me I'll make my fair share once I get everything back to my alchemy workbench. This will be a quick and profitable trip."

Unable to argue any further you give a shrug and walk to the guild counter, flier in hand. You hand the flier over and feel your cheeks burning as the attendant stamps it with a giggle. You join your companion to gear up and head out. The forest to the north east is fairly close and normally plagued by low level monsters like these slimes so it's a good place for beginners, not so much for experienced adventurers like yourself. You grab a days rations and lead the way to the north road. A short quest might not be too bad, and 500 gold is nothing to sneeze at. You just wish you were doing something more impressive in front of the beautiful Wynn.

The trek to the woods is gentle and easy. Wynn talks constantly about her craft as you walk and struggle to keep up with the conversation. "The core of the slime is where it generates it's magical nature. That small rock is the true monster, the acidic resin that builds around it is more of a plasmodic..." You're distracted from Wynn's woodland lecture as you stare at her plump lips. How did she get them so red? It isn't make up, you'd been hiking so much it would have been sweat off. As you're pondering the question Wynn notices that you've been staring at her face and chest more than you should be.

Wynn stops walking at a large, flat, stone protrusion in the woods and turns to you with, "Alright Ty if you're staring so much why don't I give you a demonstration. One of my specialties is casting novel spells that I pull from the ether. Keep your eyes open, this is the first time I've tried this on myself so here it goes." Wynn steps onto the rock and chants a short manta before shouting "INVISIBILITY". You look on with a gasp as the spell works. Well, sort of works. It appears that the only thing that's turned invisible is her clothing. The sun hangs high in the sky illuminating her pale figure. Her large white breasts heave as she huffs, the spell obviously tiring her out. The sun drifts across her body, her thin waist casting a shadow on her wide hips. You're surprised by how fit she is, you figured all the time with the books would lead to some flab. Wynn grins at your shocked gasp before she realizes you started gawking at her. She looks down with a yelp seeing her mistake, her face taking a deep red hue. Wynn dispels her magic and shoots you an embarrassed glare, "Well Ty I hope you enjoyed yourself, I guess that spell needs some more work-" Her resigned sigh is cut off by the sound of a loud splash.

You leap to your feet, the hard-on you were failing to hide quickly fades in the face of danger. You silently nod at Wynn as you creep forward and peer through the brush. A 10 foot tall blob of blue liquid is engulfing a rabbit with a sloshing sound. You retreat to Wynn's side and whisper, "That slime is a hell of a lot bigger than the ones I killed back in the day, we need to be smart about this. I say I distract it while you light it up with some flame magic Wynn. Then when we've burned off the most of it I go in for the kill."

Wynn mulls this over for a second before responding, "Not a bad idea but slimes in this area are usually fire resistant, I think I should zap it with some lightning from afar while you creep up on it. After I've drawn it close to me you rush it and stab it's core with your swords."

Before you can come to an agreement the brush rustles as a large goopy hand slams down at the ground beneath your feet.