Take off for the tunnels

In the next room, Rathala sits in a ring of her highest-ranking ladies. Every one of them is hogtied, naked, and squirming furiously to free themselves before you return. They know what's about to happen when you do.

"Hey, girls!" you say, poking your head in the door. "Just checking in. We've finished stripping almost everyone, and now we're off to round up the final holdouts. But before we do..."

"Raider, be reasonable!" says Rathala. "How are we supposed to maintain our social order if all of our women are naked?"

"I don't know, but at least everyone will get to see those huge tits of yours."

With that, you burn off a pile of freshly harvested panties and cast the curse for the third time. Outside, you hear a third quarter of the female population scream as they are enchanted with eternal nudity. You then take Rathala by the leg, haul her up to present her ass to you, and bring your stamp down on her jiggly ebon flesh.

Rathala screams horrible things at you as you leave, the tingle of your mark on her ass still intruding upon her thoughts.

"Okay, Viyexta," you say, giving the young acolyte a friendly swat on the butt. "Lead the way!"

Viyexta giggles and directs you out into the street. You walk among the dark elf population, one hand on Daisy's ass, the other on Viyexta's, watching with amusement as the women of House Thexis, those who managed to re-dress themselves after their examination but are now rendered nude again by your enchantment, are scrambling about to hide their bodies. You laugh as you watch a leggy b-cupped number fight one of the few remaining clothed women for her tunic, only to have it burst from her body in a cloud of fibers once she manages to tug it on. Reality is setting in on the Thexis females, and the last clothed quarter of the fairer sexed dark elf population is getting nervous that they've got a ticking clock on their dignity.

Up ahead, you see a line of these women blocking your path.

"Stop!" says an armored swordswoman, directing her blade at you. She's a tall, well-built woman with a tail of braids bursting from the back of her head. "If you're going off to strip and curse our matron, you'll have to go through us."

"Oh, hi!" you say. "I remember you! You were that cute girl with the firm ass and the heart-print panties, weren't you?"

"And for my humiliation, you will pay!"

"Last I saw of you, those boys caught you and were taking selfies with your breasts!"

"Shut up! We're fighting now!"

"We are? Oh, where is my head at..."

You're in a hurry, so her clothes don't last three seconds. She trips mid-charge, stumbling onto her tits in the dust as the scraps of her clothes rain around her. You then take her by the braids and teleport up to a high balcony, affixing either ankle up high on either side of the street with a length of rope.

"Guess what's gonna happen when I push you off of here?" you say to her.

Before she can protest, she's tumbling down into the street, caught several feet from impact by her ankle bindings. Suspended as she is from opposite blocks, she's finding it very, very difficult to keep her legs closed.

The rest of the women run and let you continue on your way.