Beutha: The Curse of the Wear-Wolf

When you make it up to the highest room in the highest tower, you're not prepared for what you find. It appears to be a laboratory of sorts, with alchemical reagents and research materials scattered all about. In the center of the room is a cylindrical chamber in which is floating a gorgeous night elf girl. Skin of royalest purple, lavender hair falling all the way down to the floor, large, round breasts, a dynamite ass... There's no question that this is Beutha.

She's also naked as the day she was born, with her nipples held carefully in her crossed hands and her legs demurely curled up to guard her nethers. Her eyes are closed, as if in sleep, and you suspect that she is being held in stasis.

"Wow, a pre-stripped princess!" you say. "Let's get her out of there and get a good look at her body."

"Hold on, Raider," says Banti. "I don't like the look of her runes."

"Maybe, but the rest of her looks pretty great," you say.

"Seriously, Beutha has been afflicted with something called the curse of the wear-wolf. Whenever she tries to wear clothing, she turns into a rampaging wolf."

"Thus destroying whatever clothes she was wearing?" you say. "Magnificent!"

"Exactly," says a voice you don't recognize.

There's another woman in the room. She's a tall, indigo elf with a hot pink bun and a demure scholarly robe. She quickly imposes herself between you and the princess's tank.

"This curse was designed as a weapon against moon elf women, to **** us to expose our moon runes," she says. "If the princess is released from her chamber before we find a remedy, she could easily spread it through all the women in the city!"

"Now, that has some interesting possibilities," you say.