Off to the Arctic to find Rittley

It is said that the breasts of an arctic elf are the hottest breasts of all the civilized peoples. This is partially said tongue-in-cheek, since arctic elves are famously warm to the touch, and the breasts of their women have a particular need to defend themselves from the cold. The effect is even stronger when the woman is embarrassed, and the supernatural blush that warms their bodies is enhanced by the perfectly natural blush that comes with, say, being stripped naked.

Tit-tit is a shapely example of arctic elf womanhood. Sporting the plush layer of insulating fat common to her kind, she boasts a round butt, a c-cup pair of breasts, and a dynamite set of thighs. At the moment, she is wearing a short fur skirt and scant fur top, the intense heat of her body keeping her warm enough to bare her snowy white limbs and midriff. On her head is a cascade of bright red curls. In her hands is a javelin, with which she stalks her prey.

What she doesn't realize is that she herself is being similarly stalked.

Tit-tit feels a hand close over the back of her skirt. She turns in time to see your face right before you rip her furs away, leaving her breasts gloriously bare and her nethers clad in a simple black pair of panties. You then take her by the arm, pluck her underpants away, and hear her scream.

In seconds, the arctic elf is bound hand and foot while you and Daisy warm your hands on her. It's fascinating to see her breasts and ass actually start to glow with all the heat she's generating. When you first saw her nipples, they were as white as the rest of her, but now they're red-hot.

"I'm still cold!" Daisy complains. "We have to embarrass her more!"

"I'll embarrass her as hard as I can," you say, bending her over your knee for a good spanking, "but I think we're just going to need a few more. I want to strap this one to your back to keep you warm, and maybe get a few others for your breasts and other assets."

"I appreciate that," says Daisy. "My nipples could cut glass right now, I swear."

"Anyway," you say, directing your questions to Tit-tit, "we're looking for Rittley, Goddess of Sport. Any idea where we could find her?"