The healer tries to stop you.

You keep worrying the Ranger's leather pants back and forth in your mouth. The Dark Elf tries to take a swing at you with a dagger, but all she does is slice a gash in the back of her pants instead. With a curse, she drops her daggers and starts kicking at you while tugging harder on her pants.

This whole time, Ariel has been standing far away and biting her lip. She can't heal armor damage, and you're not actually hurting anyone. But she can't stand by and watch as her party member gets stripped, right?

You're yanked backwards as something pulls hard on your tail. It's the healer! "I-I've got it!" she shouts.

"No! Stop tugging! It's still biting my-"

The sound of tearing leather fills the grove as both you and Ariel rip the Elf's leather pants in half. She stands in shock, wearing nothing but scraps of leather around her ankles and a broken cuirass. Her sparkling white delicates are a wonderful contrast to her dark blue-gray skin.

Ariel's still got you by the tail, and you've still got a scrap of leather in your mouth. You both look each other in the eye; under her hood, she's actually a pretty cute for a human. Shoulder-length blonde hair, the bluest of eyes, and flawless white skin, as if she were carved from marble. Even her nose is cute: it's a little button you just want to boop your snout against. She still smells funny, though, so that doesn't sound very fun.

You give her a foxy grin. Ariel lets out a soft eep and immediately lets you go. Smart girl.

The Dark Elf, meanwhile, has given up on trying to protect her modesty. She's got her bow out again and oh boy is she pissed.