Undress her

You flash by her, and start removing her new outfit at an inhumanly fast speed. You take a second to admire your work, looking across all the curves and contours of Evellyn's toned, naked body, and her ample breasts. Then you take a seat on the opposite side of the table, placing the bundle of clothes in front of you. You separate her bra and panties though, and put them in your pocket - because why not? To be generous, you decide to let her keep her socks on - there's something extra tittilating for there to be a last remaining piece of clothing on while the rest of the body is naked, even if those clothes don't cover anything important, no, especially when those don't cover anything important.

You take a seat on the opposite side of the table, and times resumes at its regular pace. Evellyn jolts up at your sudden appearance, eager to hear what you found out, but before she even utters the first word, she immediately notices something's wrong. She looks down at herself, and is met with the sight of her bared breasts and thighs. There's no squeel of shock or embarrassment this time, but she puts her hands over her chest with audible chagrin.

"Do you have to do this every time.."

"- yes." you give a curt reply.

She reaches over across the table, grabbing hold of a corner of fabric at the bottom of the bundle of clothes, and pulling the whole bundle over to her side.

"So did you find her..?"

"It wasn't her. It seemed a long shot anyway."

She glares at the stack of clothes, and then at you, before grabbing her shirt and pulling one arm through it at a time, clutching her breasts with the other, and then awkwardly pulling the shirt over her head and down her chest with one hand.

"Stop oggling. You mentioned there were elves nearby, what about them?"

"Yeah, they're probably camping in the forests outside the city. Elves are stealthy, magical, and never particularly inclined to respect human boundaries or 'keep out' signs, so I figure they're worth a look as potential suspects."

"They're not the only ones who don't respect boundaries.." Evellyn mutters under her breath as she slides her pants off the table. "Where's my underwear." she asks matter-of-factly, already knowing the answer.

You hold up her panties and bra, clinched between your fingers. "You hired me; these are a down-payment."

Evellyn grumbles indistinctly, and then slides a foot down one leg of her trousers beneath the table. "Well then, l think we should go look for them straight away, no time to lose."

That was rather direct, you're feeling somewhat ambushed, "'We', what do you mean 'we'?"

She pulls her pants up to her waist, before leaning forward. Her eyes gleam with intent. "I'm coming with you this time. I'm not just useless entertainment, I'm a trained soldier, I can actually be helpful!"

"Didn't I tell you I prefer to ply my trade in pea-"

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand "stop calling it your trade, it's your hobby. I hired you, remember, and I definitely did not pay for pranks like this." She agressively pushes her foot into the heel of her boot, as if to emphasize the point.