Ask him To stay and watch

You snicker at the king, savoring the king’s rage. "She is not allowed to answer, but if you stay and watch, I'll let her answer, and trust me, it is a good one.”

The king lowers his head in defeat, so you turn towards Alexa, who is standing perfectly still to your right with glassily blue eyes, "Princess, Strip sensual in front of that man,” you purr, “In fact, do a strip dance using that man as a pole.”

You can feel the anger radiating off her like a heater on full blast, and you can’t tell if it is from the fact that you just told her father that you would ‘let’ her tell him why she can’t disobey you, or from you forcing her to strip in front of him, or both. However, she doesn’t, or rather, she can’t disobey, and thus she glides towards her father.

Her movements are so smooth and graceful that only a well-trained royal elf could manage. The blue sapphire silk of the elvish gown that you managed to find hidden in one of the random chests at the horde’s camp shimmers in the golden sun as she lifts her chin and steps forward. Her eyes never leave the flagstones as she intentionally avoids meeting her father’s glance in shame with each step she takes.

She stops an arm’s length from the king, where her hands rise to the loose knot at the gown’s throat. Her slender fingers unfasten the knot with skillful patience as if she was hoping in the moment you would change your mind, and tell he she didn’t have to go through with this. But that didn’t happen, so she let the fabric loosen and drift down over her chest. She gives one final shrug, and the dress slowly slides over her curves, baring her flawless skin. As the dress pools at her feet, she steps free, barefoot on cold stone, clad only in the minimal regal undergarments as she stood just within the arm’s reach of her father.

The king’s lips twitch in anger and disgust as he tries hard not to look at his daughter’s womanly curves, as his daughter freezes motionless in front of him. It is clear that she is hoping that you will stop this before she has to go too far, as her whole body glows in shame. Her blush rose beyond her cheeks, creeping down her neck and across her breasts. So, you cough, a soft click of your tongue on the roof of your mouth, letting Alexa know there’s no reprieve coming.

With her hope of reprieve dashed, you watch as her chest pushes out as she takes a deep breath to resolve herself that this is going to happen.

Her father remains motionless as he locks his eyes on the floor, to prevent them from seeing his daughter’s almost exposed womanly features, as she leans forward, placing both palms lightly on the king’s shoulders, and then, with a motion so swift that only the most agile could accomplish it, she gently vaults herself up and start to swing around him. As if she were weightless, the king doesn’t even sway as she swings around him.

She effortlessly loops her beautiful, high-elvish body around her father’s body with skillful fluid grace twice, as if she were walking on air, before glancing at you, pleading with you to say that was enough. But you stand firm. Why wouldn’t you stand firm? Everything was going according to your plan.

So, she continues her moments by pushing off the ground so quickly that you almost miss it. She than start to smoothly lift her legs into the air as she continues to spin around her body. Using the moment of the push, she scissored her bare thighs around the king’s head, and allowed her head to follow upside down, with her knees locked beneath her jaw, and her eyes locked on you every time she spends in front of you, as if hoping that this was enough.

But you still show her no hint that you want this to stop, as the king’s hand trembles to his side, making every effort not to even have them brush against his daughter as she swings around him. But he long been forced to change where he was looking. Because if he kept looking down, he would be staring straight down at her panty-covered pussy each time she swung in front of him, as a result, he forced his eyes to the sky.

With her hands free and in an upside-down position, she unhooks her bra and allows gravity to carry it off her body. With her small tits now exposed, she swings her arms back around her father, stopping her swing in front of him while pressing her chest into his. With her left hand, she ever so slowly slides the panties off her hips. And once her agile legs kick them off, and she is standing in front of her father, the king, completely naked, with her nipples pointing toward him, the striptease is over.