No, but she'll get what she needs.

The two exhausted woman lie in a pile for ages, sleeping off their wild bender.

Xalandra wakes up first, moaning in pleasure as she lazily stirs. She dozed off between Belinda's soft, mammoth mammaries, where a river of the elf's own drool has formed and now runs down the queen's soft, fluffy frame. She blinks and blushes when she realizes where she is.

The elf delicately rolls off her queen, remembering brief flashes of what the two of them got up to. She closes her eyes and focus on her mana.

Xalandra groans in frustration. She has some mana now, but a lot less than she took from Belinda.

Ug! I just had to fall a sleep. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! The elf thinks. She wasn't awake to control what happened to most of the mana she drained from the queen, so now most of it has dissipated, leaving Xalandra with just a tiny reserve.

The naked, chubby magician shivers in the chilly room. Still it should be enough to conjure some clothing...

The elf stands up and begins chanting, her bare breasts and jiggling booty shaking as she gyrates her hips and waves her hands as she speaks the magic words.