She frees you, you go find some clothes

Evellyn’s eyes remain filled with suspicion as she reaches down behind your back and begins untying the ropes around your ankles and wrists. You can feel the tension in the air, the naked noblewoman moving cautiously as if she’s expecting you to spring some other humiliating prank on her the moment you’re free.

“Don’t even think about trying anything,” she mutters, as she finishes undoing the last knot.

But instead of making a move, you keep facing away from her - no need to give her more of a look at your merchandise - and simply flex your sore wrists and roll your shoulders. “Relax, I’m not that dishonorable.”

Evellyn snorts: “Sure, and pigs fly.” She stands back up as she continues to eye you warily. She clearly expects you to make some mischief, and you’re certainly tempted - all you needed from her was to get free. It would be child’s play to restrain and gag her with your erstwhile bindings, and admittedly there’s no sight as… stimulating, as watching an enraged Evellyn hopping about in bondage, tits jiggling up and down. However you surprise her - and yourself - by declining to make a move. Instead of plotting anything untoward, you gather up the rope and ballgag and glance around.

“Alright, I’ll go find us some clothes. Can’t storm the mansion like this.”

Evellyn blinks, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. “You’re… actually going to do something useful?”

You flash her a quick grin over your shoulder: “Well, someone has to play the hero once in a while, and I’m honestly kinda done with this nudist phase. Besides, can’t have you distracting me with all ‘that’…” You gesture vaguely at her very exposed state. Evellyn shrinks down with a soft exhale, readjusting the coverage of her arms over her nude body.

In a split second, you’re gone - vanishing in a blur of speed which sends the leaves rustling.