Isilme

In a dense, dark forest, an elf named Isilme limped in an unknown direction, clutching her bleeding side. "I guess it's not my lucky day." She hissed through her teeth. Nice ass though. A couple of hours ago, she was exploring the local ruins when a wandering goblin attacked her. He inflicted a deep cut on her, but Isilme effortlessly dispatched the beast, turning him into an electrified corpse. However, the cut is quite deep, and the wound is still bleeding. "Damn goblins." Isilme grunt, finally coming across some shallow cave. With a limping step, she entered, sinking to the stone floor almost immediately. "Okay, okay. Slowly." With trembling hands and a soft whisper, Isilme cast a healing bubble. A transparent, wobbling sphere slowly descended on her side, absorbing the cut. Isilme let out a relaxed breath and lost consciousness. After a while, unknown footsteps echoed in the cave. They were yours. There, the dark elf lying unconscious in front of you, her robe has slightly fallen off, revealing her stomach and (partially) her breasts. Oh my lord, look at this body! Hurry! Put that robe away, I wanna see her milkers! On her side was only a spot of blood from a healed cut. I mean, who cares about the cut? With the body like hers she's just begging to be fucked! It's your chance!