Mawa'i and her girls are stripped

The next few minutes is a flurry of grass clippings and coconut shells. The beautiful elves run this way and that, losing their modesty by the handful until there's not a blade or fiber among them. Shapely, tan buns; large, caramel boobies; all of these are bared before the appreciative eyes of the duke's son.

After the last of the grass settles, Mawa'i and her entourage are all packed in as tightly as they can get in the only island of shade available to them. This happens to be the shade provided by the duke's son's umbrella, which he holds above his head, marveling at his luck for having a pack of gorgeous naked island elves suddenly very, very eager to get close to him.

"Wow!" he remarks. "Just seconds ago, they were fiercely condemning me, and now I can barely move without touching something naked on them that jiggles!"

"Island elves are fun like that!" you say. "Did you know that, if they get too much direct sun exposure, they get all hot-and-bothered?"

You indicate a shapely girl at the edge of his sphere of influence who can't quite get her buttocks out of the sun. She's already sweating and breathing heavily, and when you give her a gentle smack in the ass, she arches her back and gasps quite provocatively.

"Okay, fun's over," says Mawa'i, who is keenly aware of how much her breasts are pressed up against the young man. "Loan us your parasol so that we can go elsewhere and re-clothe ourselves."

"What will you give me for it?"

"You expect us to trade for it?"

"Girl, you were just getting on my case for finding you all attractive, and now you're butt-naked, clinging to me, trying to ward off intense arousal. What can you possibly have that's worth more than this?