Checking out the Golden Flowers Academy

Golden Flowers is a magnificent space located in an unlikely canyon amid some of the more treacherous mountains in the range. Here a promising young elf maiden can exercise her muse and expand her mind amid sweeping lecture halls, numerous statues of beautiful elf women, and, of course, the splendor of the natural world. Much of a student's time is spent in nature, out in the garden, where there are ample trees for the forest and jungle elves, water features for the river, lake, and sea elves, sunny areas for the sun, desert, island, and gold elves, cold areas for the dark and arctic elves, and whatever it is that jade elves, moon elves, and other miscellaneous types desire.

By the time the forest elves reach the garden area, rumors of their humiliation have already spread throughout their classmates. They're **** to make the final run back to their rooms through gaggles of sniggering girls.

"Looks like some forest elves couldn't hang on to their clothes," says a blonde bombshell of a sun elf, lounging in the grass and painting her moon elf friend. "Will wonders never cease."

"Wouldn't have thought you'd be one to laugh," replies the moon elf, who is simultaneously painting her. "Everyone knows you sun elves love hanging out with your tits out."

The sun elf huffs. "Yes, on purpose. And only in the presence of our peers. If six forest elves run off with some humans and come back in the altogether, you know what that speaks of? It speaks of poor breeding."

"Do you think they got drunk?" says the moon elf. "Or did the humans just jangle some keys and steal their clothes when they were distracted?

"Wow," you remark to Daisy from your hidden vantage. "I had no idea that the rest of the elves were so nasty to the forest elves."

"Yeah, forest elves get a lot of flack," said Daisy. "They have a reputation for being ****, backwards, hide-clad druids. Fun fact: They're actually the only kind of elf that has body odor."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," you say. "I like those girls, so all of these snobs who are laughing at them need to be embarrassed even more than they are."

"You've got a veritable buffet of women available to you," says Daisy. "And while you're stripping them, I'll tell you what you should be looking out for..."

She points out the sun elf painting her moon elf friend. She's clad in a very sheer, gossamer toga, clearly designed for the comfort of one accustomed to recreating in the nude. Daisy indicates the girl's b-cup breasts, where you can just make out something shiny under her clothes.

"There's a reason this place is called Golden Flowers," says Daisy. "Whenever a girl is skilled and lucky enough to have her mind touch the Feminine Realm, actual golden flowers form over her most precious feminine secrets. So, ya know, her nips and twat. If we can get enough of these flowers, we could brew a tea that might allow us to travel to the realm itself."

"So, we're harvesting golden flowers off of naked girls so that we can go to the magical realm from which feminine power issues?"

"And seriously humiliating them for being stuck-up. Where do you want to start?"

You look around the student body. Caramel-skinned island elves in short floral sarongs, blue-skinned river elves in their traditional brief-and-bandeau outfits, ebony gold elves in their scant outfits of silk and gold, ivory arctic elves clad only in whatever pelts they could hunt for themselves... There are many great options available, and many great ways to render them naked.