She finds a pair of gloves.

She needed actual armour. She searched again, and after tossing away lingerie of varying hinds she finally found some armour worth an archer like her.

It was a full set. Archery gloves, boots, pants, a shirt!

She touched the gloves, and the magic activated. The gloved glowed, and then materialized on Harriette's own hands, before the archer's arms then disappeared at the shoulders.

"'Ette, your hands!" Esta yelled, a little late.

Her hands were gone, and in her place were four more, ghostly, and they started to-

The hands groped her breasts. Two more cupped her pussy and asshole, cold to the touch.

"Get off!"

They didn't.

"I said - get the fuck off!"

They got off her, but only when she willed them away.

Aelia looked on in fascination, her face deeply red. She turned to Esta. "Can you-"

"N-no," Esta said, looking away from her exposed party member. "Not without a dispeller."

"There's one in town," Aelia said. "We just have to... find an exit."

"Like this!"

Gondi looked around the room. "I don't see a choice."