Finally, you've assembled the five Princesses of Destiny!

You take inventory of your elf collection:

There's Daisy, your dark elf princess of destiny, gleefully looking over the four jars in which you've contained the other princesses.

There's Millia, the tall and buxom sun elf princess, her substantial breasts pressed amazingly up against the glass of her jar as she continues to hammer at it with her furious little fists.

There's Zenith, the baby blue river elf princess, guarding her teacup-sized breasts sullenly on the bottom of her jar.

There's Shienne, the skinny little green-haired huntress who serves as the forest elf princess. She's got one hand guarding her itty-bitty breasts, and the other guarding her girlhood, while she shouts unheard fury at Daisy.

There's Tenga, the sporty, d-cupped moon elf princess of destiny, who is trying unsuccessfully to unscrew her lid. It's got a spectacular effect on her well-muscled naked body.

Finally, there's Banti, your naked moon elf companion who has periodically fallen silent for long periods of time for reasons that would make sense if you cared to ask about them.

"We are quite the lovely collection, aren't we?" giggles Daisy. She's got Millia's jar in hand, turning her about delightedly. The elf women are magically protected within the jar's confines, so when she gives the sun elf a little shake, it doesn't do her any harm but to drop her on her ass and make her madder.

"So, what's the next step?" says Banti. "And can this next step involve me finally putting my clothes back on?"

"For the last time, Banti," says Daisy. "No! You need to stay naked, because that's fun, and clothes are dumb!"

Daisy slips a hand around the moon elf and grabs her little breast, giving it a "honk-honk." Banti breaks into a fit of giggling, and squirms to protect her chest from the dark elf's encroaching hand.

"First, I think we should do a nice photo set," you say. "Get all the girls together, have them make out a little, run through a few cute poses..."

"Isn't this the part where we take down the Evil Queen?" says Banti.

"Hm?" you say. "Oh, right. Yeah, that's the whole thing, isn't it? Well, whatever. She'll be there after the photo shoot. I figure we should let each one of them spank every other one in front of the magic picture box."

The women in the jars exchange glances.

"And after that, there's any number of things we can try," says Daisy.