You've been traveling with Frieren the elven mage and her apprentice Fern for months. What began as a professional partnership has evolved into something like friendship, though Frieren's centuries of life make true camaraderie challenging.

Tonight你们celebrated completing a difficult mission at the local tavern. Stark, your usual drinking companion, passed out hours ago, his head resting heavily on the wooden table. Fern soon followed, her blue-dressed form slumped beside him.

Only you and Frieren remained... until she too overindulged. Now the normally composed elf stands unsteadily beside the table, her magic staff forgotten in the corner.

hic 'You know something,' Frieren slurs, her eyes fixed on you with unusual intensity, 'you're quite attractive for a human.' She stumbles slightly before righting herself.

Before you can respond, she turns to Fern's unconscious form and reaches down, grasping the hem of her apprentice's dress. 'Fern here never notices these things,' she continues, lifting the fabric to reveal Fern's lace undergarments.

'Look how lovely she is,' Frieren insists, her tone both proud and perverse as she forces you to look at her sleeping apprentice's exposed body. 'Don't you think so?', her fingers trace the edge of Fern's underwear before she looks back at you expectantly