Play with the cheerleaders some more

The cheerleaders scream and hammer on the door, demanding that whoever is behind this prank lets them back into the showers. You sit invisible up in the stands, holding your two naked friends by the asses as you all laugh at the flock of sparkling elf bodies jiggling and glistening in the light of the gym.

"I don't know why it's so thrilling to see other women get publicly exposed like this," says Banti, "but it is. Is that weird? I mean, I'm not even gay!"

"Are you sure?" says Daisy. "Because I gotta warn you: If Raider ever told me 'Daisy, I'd love to see you and Banti together', I'd jump you so hard we'd have to mark our legs to remember which ones belong to which of us."

"Daisy, you've got to stop saying stuff like that," you say.

Banti is giggling it off, though. "You know, it's particularly embarrassing for a moon elf girl to be seen naked like this. Anyone who knows how to read the moon runes printed on our bodies becomes privy to all our secrets."

"Is that what those are?" you say, looking at the pale markings all over Banti's skin.

"That's the curse of our people. It's why we had to become so good at hiding."

"What do your runes say?"

"It's more of an art than a science. Meanings come to you as feelings more than facts; they can change or appear entirely different from one person to the next. I don't have a lot I'm ashamed about, so if you could read me you'd probably deduce that I'm unsatisfied with my breast size and I'm a sucker for take-charge human boys who make me embarrass myself in public." She winks.

"What about the girls?" says Daisy, eager to interrupt that train of thought.