Sabotage Margery’s paint.

Deep in the forests of the institution, a large gathering of elves congregated around a majestic waterfall. Each one had a canvas, easel, and a tub of paint in their hands. The painting club had gathered once more to practice their craft.

At the forefront of the crowd was Margery. There was no one else in the club, nay, the whole realm, who was a better painter, so it was only proper that she had front row seats. Her work served as an example to all her peers.

Margery’s stuck her finger down her tub of paint and began to sketch the small waterfall. It was not as pretty as she was, but nothing to scoff at either. An ok subject to paint. An index finger ran across the canvas, gifting it with the color of blue. Margery preferred a more personal touch to her pieces, painting with her fingers.

Getting into the zone, Margery kept going, swiping at the white canvas, cleaning her fingers, and then picking a new color. Drawing faster and faster, the paint began splattering all around her, even into her dress.

The waterfall was taking shape. Margery took a second to stop and appreciate her work. She instinctually moved to grab her towel and clean up a bit before applying another layer… but it had vanished. It was nowhere to be seen.

Margery wiped the paint on the backside of her skirt. What’s a few more splashes of color? Her dresses always ended up covered in paint anyway.

Hell, her painting was so good that it had the rest of the club mumbling and whispering about it… or was it about her? Margery could scarcely be bothered to tune in and listen to what her sycophants were saying.

“There, it is done!” With one last masterful stroke, Margery finished her masterpiece. Wiping her hands on her hips, she turned around to show her creation to the world. “So, what do you think?” She asked the club.

Stunned silence from the crowd… was it that good? Or that bad? Taking a gander at the other works of art, her painting was a mile above the rest. However, some of the other painters’ hadn’t drawn a waterfall. They had painted… a naked backside, two firm cheeks cresting majestically next to each other. Huh, that butt seemed familiar. TOO familiar.

“W-what?” Margery finally looked down. Her dress was disappearing! It was full of holes! B-but that could not be! She still felt it over her skin! Yet there was no mistaking it, the truth was as evident as her pale breasts waving with each frantic wiggle, as her luscious bottom poking out from below. “Eeck!”

“Haha, got her!” Taggie smiled, surveying the situation from behind the crowd. “Do you see how much Margy is blushing? She won’t forget this any time soon.”

Margery did not know why or what was happening, all she knew was that she needed to hide. She jumped straight into the stream and swam over the waterfall, the pristine water acting as a curtain to protect her privacy.

“W-what? That’s it?” Taggie asked. “Show’s over already?”

“I mean, her club saw her naked, and half of them painted her ass. M-maybe this is enough?” Delphi retorted.