Make yourself known to Zan

Smirking at her singing princess, Zan goes to sit down on her throne. Her butt's trip to the seat cushion ends earlier than she is used to, and she looks back to find that she is suddenly sitting in your lap.

"Hi!" you say. "I'm the Panty Raider, and I would like to express my intense admiration of your leisure pursuits."

Zan tries to jump back to her feet, but you gently hold her in place around the waist.

"Hold up a sec," you say. "You'll like this. Have you ever seen a dark elf before?"

"A dark elf?" says Zan, sounding intrigued.

"Give it to her, Daisy!"

Your elf friend absolutely shines in occasions like this. She springs out of hiding wearing Dalthia's dress, cunningly stolen from the changing room, and launches into her best impression of an angry stripper. She strides up to Zan with her hips swinging, throws her leg up on the queen's shoulder, flaunts, teases, and then feigns to contemptuously push the woman away at a carefully timed moment when you grab a handful of her skirt. She then stumbles away from the throne, the dress leaving her body in tatters, to fall ass-up in a naked heap.

"EEK!" she screams, springing to her feet and covering her body. "Don't look at me!"

"Very amusing," says Zan.

"How mortifying!" says Daisy, huddling up with Dalthia and Jargaret. "This beautiful human queen has rendered us elves naked for the entertainment of her and her subjects! We have nothing to guard our elven asses!"

She slaps either elf squarely in the tushie, getting quite a reaction from both.

"Gorgeous and comical at once," says Zan, looking Daisy up and down. "Would you consent to part with her?"

"I could never give Daisy up," you say. "No, I'm afraid I just wanted to distract you while I took this."

You hold up a garment that Zan quickly recognizes as her golden bathing suit. With a gasp, she clutches her robe closed around her cleavage.

"How did you do that?" she says. "Out from under my robe, no less!"

"Don't worry about that," you say. "Worry instead about how the robe will ultimately leave your delightful body, and how everyone here will get to see those jumbo breasts and this jumbo hakunda of yours."

"You wouldn't dare! I'm... I'm a queen!"

"You are, which is why I want to put my mark on one of your bigger cheeks and ask of you to impose mandatory female nudity in your district. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"You want to mark my..." Her attempts to struggle off of your lap redouble. "Let's not do anything rash, okay? Why don't we both just enjoy an evening of humiliating elf women!"

"That is an attractive prospect," you say. "But I wonder if it might be more fun to humiliate a busty queen instead. Or both!"