Abbi resists

Abbi clears her throat. "Morals and ethics and carnal forbearance..."

"Girls," Raider says to his naked cheerleaders, "bring me a priestess and strip her to her panties."

The Order tries to flee, but there's nowhere for them to run. Raider's red-faced cheerleaders grab a gorgeous eastern elf woman with long, black hair, ripping her out of her robe to reveal her modest grey underwear for the second time. This time, however, they grab her bra as well. The priestess screams and struggles, but the naked girls are eager to see the Order humiliated as much as they themselves were. It's a brief melee of hair-pulling, cheek-slapping, and boob-grabbing, but it ultimately concludes with a butt-naked Yrelle holding the woman's arms above her head, a butt-naked Thuddra grabbing her legs, and a butt-naked Simone pulling her bra away.

The priestess looks down in horror. The room gasps.

"Wow!" shouts someone in the back. "Those are some tiddies!"

This is where you learn the true reason for the Order of the Hooded Eye: It is a sanctuary for the Etherial priestesses who have exceptionally large breasts and need to be hidden so as not to undermine the Etherian teachings. They even wear enchanted bras designed to conceal the true size of their endowments.

The priestess screams like a banshee. Abbi visibly blanches. The rest of the Order is worried that they're next. The naked cheerleaders bring their prize before Raider.

"First of all, great boobs," says Raider. "Can we get a round of applause for the boobs? Yrelle, get her to jiggle for us a little. Attagirl. Now kiss her. Okay, on to business: If you can give us a convincing case as to why you should get to keep your panties, entirely in the art of interpretive dance, you won't get wedgied out of your undies."

"How dare--"

"Oops! You talked. Interpretive dancers don't talk."

Raider takes the woman by the back of her panties and yanks her up off the floor. Her eyes and mouth go wide as she hangs there, ass bare to the room, legs bicycling, the audience laughing uproariously. Raider bounces her up and down, making her breasts go wild.

"These sure are durable panties," Raider remarks. He yo-yos her all the harder, but the crotch doesn't yield. "Most girls would be naked by now."

"We reinforce our underwear," volunteers a shapely blonde Order priestess.

"Unfortunate for her," says Raider. He shakes about as hard as he can, the priestess's furious screams taking on a weird, bouncing quality. Soon he starts to showboat for the crowd, doing tricks with the woman, and eventually just swinging her around in a circle above his head. At long last, her panty crotch gives out and she goes tumbling into an ass-up pile on the floor, her girlhood finally naked for all to see.

You scurry up to her and stamp "This piece of ass belongs to Raider" on her butt cheek. The audience cheers.

"Shall Raider continue with the wedgies?" you say. "Or, alternatively, Abbi can perform a striptease for the room."