Eruraviel
The elf flipped her hair, and her clothes reverted to their normal state. "Hmmph. I thought you'd appriciate me wearing the outfit you so kindly gifted to me." She didn't seem to be at all perturbed about the insinuation of being a pervert, nor embarrased about so brazenly exposing herself. She ignored the backhanded insult to her and simply chuckled instead.
"Yes, her body is quite a work of art, isn't it?" She quipped with a quick clap. "However, we have more important things to discuss than flirting." She looked carefully at Amanda, trying to glean whatever she could about her wife from the thin lines connecting her puppeted body to her true soul.
Truthfully, she couldn't tell anything about her. It was rather exciting. "I think it would be best to discuss this inside."