Your shirt and pants

Evellyn clutches her naked body and takes a look at the huntress’ clothed form. She doesn’t want to push her luck, but she’s really eager to get enough to cover her nudity. ”I just wanna get home safely; for that I need your pants and shirt.”

”But then I’d be in pretty much the same position you’re in,” the huntress shrugs.

”…Maybe you can get some replacement ones at that nearby trading post you mentioned?” The huntress returns a skeptical look. Evellyn presses on: ”Come on, I’ve been stuck like this for hours, can you help a poor peasant out? I’m letting you spank me, by the goddess!”

”Okay but then I keep my cloak,” The huntress replies sternly. Nevertheless Evellyn is surprised she agreed to the trade. If she’d thought it through she could’ve offered to give her money or something to buy clothes herself, or better yet go get them for her! Maybe she doesn’t like going to that outpost herself, because she’s wanted or owes them money. Or maybe her horniness is overriding her sound judgement.