Comes up with a sinister scheme.

Xalandra contemplated her predicament. She had no mana, no clothes, and her enchantments had all gone away leaving her old and ugly (at least by her own ridiculous standards - more than a third of the kingdom's population would have still slain a dragon for the chance to bed this frumpy-but-fuckable Elven beauty).

Then, a bolt of inspiration struck her bulgy bottom - recharge her mana and create some (illusionary) clothes! But where would she find a suitable source to draw from?

"Well?! What are you waiting for?" Whines the bossy Belinda, still unaware she had gone from princess to pauper in less than a day.

Xalandra smiles as she ogles the curvaceous queen.

This will do quite nicely... Thinks the scheming elf.

"My apologies, your majesty, but it appears all of your nice robes are currently in the wash," Xalandra says.

Well, they've been taken to the cleaners anyway. Xalandra thinks.

"Ug!" Belinda groans. "I should fire that maid!"

"Yes, quite," Xalandra mulls as she sizes up the queen-in-name-only. "I'm afraid all that's left is some very drab, un-Queenly attire that, frankly, is below your station."

Belinda gasps in shock. "Un-queenly!? I can't wear that!"

You can't wear anything, you empty-headed fool. I'm amazed you can even breath without someone telling you to do so! Xalandra thinks as her own greed and resentment bubble just below the surface, contorting her otherwise attractive face into something fit for an ogre.

"Luckily I have a solution that I'm sure you will find most pleasing..." Xalandra says as she closes in on her ignorant prey.

Belinda cheers and claps her hands, making her whole soft body jiggle in mirth. "I'm so glad I have you as a friend, Xally!"

"Uh, sure," Xalandra mumbles as she sighs and blushes. She hated being called that. It brought back too many bad memories of her youth at Magic school.

"What's your plan, Xally-Wally?" Belinda says as she wiggled her sizable tush in excitement.

The elf suppressed a growl as her cheeks reddened further and any compunctions she had about this plan vanished. "I'm going to use my magic to make you some new, super-pretty ones."

Belinda jumped up and down, giggling like a spoiled teenager. "You're the bestest, Xally!"

"I know..." Xalandra says with a smile. "But before I can make them, I need to cast a spell to get your measurements so everything will fit extra-good."

"Okay," Belinda says standing still as she takes a deep breath and tries to act classy. "I'm ready."