Let's start by getting a good look at who you're dealing with...

You strip Ruby, Pasty, and Curvy, as you call them, one by one, haphazardly tossing their fancy uniforms over your shoulder in an ever-growing pile.

Once they're down to their undies, you take a moment to admire the women before you. All of them have some pleasing aspects to them, in one way or another.

You start with Ruby. Judging by her skin tone, she must be one of those wood-elves people always talk about. Well, that and and because her underwear just consists of three oversized and strategically placed fig leaves that appear to be kept in place by sticky tree sap.

"Did nobody ever tell this girl about bras and panties?" You wonder allowed as you peel the offending foliage off of her, revealing her completely shaved, smoothed pussy (not too much of a shocker, based on her choice of undergarment), and her complete and utter lack of tan lines ("I guess they really do like to become one with nature!").

Pasty doesn't wear a bra (naughty), and has a rather plain set of white panties on.

"Rather dull," you mumble to yourself as you lift her legs up and pull them off her body. "Oh my!"

You chuckle as your despoiling reveals the elf's monstrously oversized and utterly unkempt bush.

"I didn't realize elves could get that hairy!" You muse as you stare at it. "Hmmm... maybe she's just half elf..."

You pocket her panties and move on to Curvy.

You have to admit, she is not what you were expecting.

For starters, this plainest-looking of elves, has quite a few secrets under her uniform. The first thing that gets your attention is her scandalously small g-string panties. They're practically two pieces of string going around her hips... and between her lips.

Resting above that tiny garment is a neatly trimmed bush, dyed pink and shaped like a heart.

"Curvy must have a wild streak..." you comment as you quickly doff the ample woman's sports bra, revealing a pair of pierced nipples adorned with dangling rings. "Very wild!"

You then go back to that dental floss acting as a g-string and remove it, discovering she has a matching piercing on her clit as well.

"Man, where were all the girls like her when I was in thief school?" You grumble, feeling more than a little cheated by your own dull up-bringing.

You pocket the g-string and then examine your handiwork.

"Hmmm, something's still missing..." you say as you look over towards the Unicorns' coach...