Party all night in the naked-dark-elf city

The celebration of the new dark elf way of life lasts long into the night. While your nubile naked acolytes frolic in the streets, you have collected the four house matrons and posed them for the sculpture that would commemorate this day. In this sculpture, you yourself are standing tall, holding a pair of elven underpants victoriously in the sky, while the four bare beauties struggle to reclaim this garment.

The large-breasted Allaxora is bowing at your feet, her pert ass in the air, begging you to let her re-clothe her naked nethers.

The even larger-breasted Rathala is trying to climb up your side to grab the panties, succeeding only in squashing one of her legendary mammaries into your face.

The flat-breasted Villesti is jumping up and down, her hand coming nowhere near the panties, her tiny chest jiggling ever so modestly for the audience.

The warrior matron Talexa has been slung over your shoulder, held in place with a hand on her tight, muscled butt.

"Talexa," says your sculptor, a lovely orc maiden whose clothes you have spared for the moment so as to amplify the elves' embarrassment, "you're not flexing your butt muscles. Tense up those legs a little bit and look surprised, like he just grabbed you. I want to see that butt of yours say, 'Oh, no! He's got a handful of my moneymaker!' Also, Raider, could you dig your fingers a little deeper into that buttock? Really give us a sense that you've laid claim to this girl as your prize."

"I am not a 'girl' or a 'prize'!" says Talexa. "I am a warrior matron!"

"Well, right now you're a naked warrior matron hanging over a guy's shoulder with his hand squeezing your butt," says the orc girl, "so let's lose the attitude, mm'kay?"

"You'd better watch your tongue! I can still do horrible things to you, filthy orcess! I--"

She bites off her last words with a yelp as you give her cheek a little swat, then renew your grip on her.

"Be nice," you say. "For that, we're going to part your knees a little so onlookers can see your girlhood."

"No! Come on!"

"Can you not talk so much?" says Rathala. "Your face keeps rubbing my royal nipple."

As the sculpting continues, Daisy looks on with great amusement.

"This is all a lot of fun," says Daisy, "but I can't help but notice that we stripped every chick in the city and still haven't found our princess of destiny."

"It's you, beautiful," you say. "Check the underside of your boob."

Daisy gasps. "Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"So I was right there in front of you the whole time? We never even needed to come here to strip a city full of women in the first place?"

"Yeah, I guess. But I wasn't about to pass up the chance to denude everyone who was mean to you in school."

Daisy dances forward and kisses you on the mouth, then swats Rathala on the ass. The orc girl giggles at her antics.

You look forward to the look on her face when she finds out that she's losing her clothes, too.