Deforestation

Hilda weakly complied, standing with her arms over her head so the elf could examine every inch of her naked body.

And examine she did. Piahla ran her dainty hands across Hilda's whole body, inspecting her like a piece of meat, and offering nothing but criticism throughout the whole ordeal.

'Your breasts are too big,' 'your aren't exercising enough,' 'you must be eating too much, just look at your flabby belly,' 'your ass is sagging,' every comment from the elf was like a stab wound, but the worst of all came when Piahla ran her hands through Hilda's pubic hair.

"Oh no. This wont do at all," the elf complained, tugging on the tuft of hair. "This is a jungle. It has to go."

Hilda wanted to protest so badly, she liked having hair there it just felt so... feminine and adult, but Piahla was weilding a razor blade, so the knight once again complied, sitting with her legs spread wide so the elf could work.

Hilda had to look away, her face red with embarrassment. Each change the elf implemented made Hilda feel less and less like a woman and more and more like a baby.

Still, the elf was an expert, and her delicate touch down there was quite stimulating, and Hilda found herself getting turned on despite her best efforts.

"There," Piahla said as she ran her fingers over Hilda's sensitive pussy to check for stray hairs. There were none, but the elf did find something else, much to Hilda's shame.