Sell her as a poacher

Evellyn quickly puffs up her chest and settles into the role: ”Aye, I caught this poaching outlaw, up in the woods nearby. She kept dragging her heels so I got rid of some of the excess weight slowing us down,” Evellyn pats the huntress’ stomach to denote her lack of clothing. The half-elf jumps back a little, giving an almost offended look. ”She soon learned though,” Evellyn continues, ”I figure she’d be worth a decent bounty to the lawman… Or some local noble twat looking for some entertainment for the evening, it’s all the same to me.”

The half-orc shopkeep runs a finger along her chin, and moves her tusks from side to side a little in a pensive motion: ”A firm lass, I’m sure somebody’s interested - and if not, I can think of a few things myself,” she grins. The huntress grimaces beneath her gag. ”So what price you askin’ for ‘er, missy?” - ”A horse and directions to town,” Evellyn replies. The half-orc snorts, loudly expelling air from her flat nose like a bull: ”She’ll afford you directions for sure… but a horse? Horses are worth a lot more than a good pair of tits and a firm ass.” The naked huntress returns a non-committal shrugging expression, like she’s at least willing to take the compliment. The orcish woman continues: ”If you want a horse you better cough up some extra cash, or something else worth my time.”