Zan is bored of her bath

"I grow tired of bathing," says Zan, rising from the water in her gorgeous golden one-piece swimsuit. One of the bodyguard hands her a white robe, which she gracefully shrugs on. "Shall we go for a little walk?"

Dalthia and Jargaret shoot angry glances at each other, each willing the other to back out first. When they look back at Zan, she's smiling at them, waiting for them both to stand up. "Of course, if neither of you are willing to accept my hospitality, I can always talk to the snow elves about that contract..."

Water splashes across the room as both the elves spring to their feet. They cup their beautiful bodies with their hands, frustration and shame blossoming on two pretty faces as the guards smirk at them. "Ah," says Dalthia, feebly, "might you have any spare robes?"

"You didn't bring your own?" Zan looks puzzled. "That was foolish! I expect you'll have to do without."

She beckons and the elves follow her tamely through a shaded passage into a courtyard full of coiling vines. Several gardeners are at work, sweeping leaves off the paving stones and tending to the plants. They bow their heads to Zan, and grin in appreciation at the nude elves walking behind her.

"How far do you plan to go?" mutters Jargaret under her breath, a fierce blush bringing heat to her dusky purple cheeks as she cups one hand between her plump thighs, barely concealing the dark tangle of her pubic hair from the leering servants. The bodyguards are following behind them at a respectful distance, getting a good look at their bare bottoms.

"Further than you," whispers Dalthia, who's finding that one arm isn't enough to hide her full golden breasts. "This contract is mine!"

"Do try to keep up, girls," says Zan, smirking back at the two tormented elves. They strut through her palace, surrounded by dozens of staring eyes, every servant getting a good look at their nude dripping forms. Cheeks burn with embarrassment as the giggles of cheeky maids and the barely-silenced laughter of bodyguards rings in their ears. "Visiting the palace is a rare privilege, you know. But perhaps you'd prefer a tour of the city?"