Inspect the naked dark elf ladies

Ithianz doesn't stop giggling like a girl throughout her entire inspection, giving a weird sort of narration every step of the way.

"All of my students are seeing me naked," she titters. "All of the guys I reprimanded for fantasizing about ripping my bodice off in class are finally watching my bare bits jiggle. I'm trying to keep my cunnie covered, but you overpowered me. An underclassman just got a picture of my nethers. You're giving my breasts a good squeeze, and everyone can see. I sure hope you don't spank me! I would just die of humiliation!"

You find that her breasts make for a great cup-holder, and shove your drink into her cleavage for easy sipping while you work on inspecting the other two faculty elves. She sits on your lap, laughing, fawning, and giving the occasional "EEP!" every time you pinch one of her fleshier regions.

"What are you doing, anyway?" she finally asks.

"We're looking for a mark on your bodies," you say. "It's a black mark on black skin, but I'm pretty sure that the black light from these naked dark elf torches I made will cause it to light up."

"And you need to inspect all the women in the school?" she says.

"All the women in the city," you amend. "So we're going to be a while."

"How mortifying," she says. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for a dark elf woman to be stripped in front of the whole city?"

"Very, very embarrassing?"

"Deliciously embarrassing!"

"You're fun."

"Hey, I've got an idea," she says. "There's a curse I've been working on, where you can inflict a gaes on an entire family line. If you could place it on the matron mothers of the city, you could curse all of their females to be stuck in a state of perpetual nudity."

Lyinn pipes up: "Stop helping the human to humiliate us!"

You slap her in the tushie.

"Tell me more of this curse," you say.