Continue to wedgie priestesses

"The wedgies continue until Abbi agrees to do a striptease!" says Raider, grabbing the next priestess. "What say you, Abbi?"

"Absolutely not!" she says, stamping her foot.

"I guess this may take a while," says Raider. He toys with the robe of the auburn freckled elf he's caught.

"Let's see the cheerleaders dance some more!" shouts someone from the crowd.

"Oh, of course!" says Raider. "Cheerleaders, hop to it! You're here to entertain, after all."

The cheerleaders all squirm uncomfortably as the guys hoot, laugh, and applaud. There isn't a one among them who isn't hugging one pom-pom to her breasts and the other to her crotch.

"Raider, c'mon!" protests Pei. "Davin's watching me, and he's got his magic picture box!"

"Try to be happy for him, then!" says Raider.

As Raider starts plucking the screaming Order woman of her clothes, the beat drops again and the cheerleaders prance back into formation.

We're pleading, we're begging,
Stop watching our routine!
The dance that Raider makes us do
Is getting more obscene!

It's bad enough he spanked us
And he took off all our clothes
But now we have to turn around
And bend to touch our toes!

There's an uproarious cheer as the girls all turn and bend all the way over, giving everyone a view that few have seen before. Dozens of flashes go off. The girls sway their butts to the beat for a few measures before rising and continuing their dance.

Please don't take our pictures!
You know us all by name!
And if you all respect us then
You won't record our shame!

A photo op is coming up
You'll surely want to miss
We'll have to grab a girl's tits
And give them each a kiss!

There's another roar of approval as the girls pair off again, one seizing the other's breasts and wrapping her mouth around first one nipple, then the next. You catch the eye of Yrelle as she has her breast sucked by her long-time sports rival, Simone. She blanches to see that you're holding up your magic picture box, poised to capture the moment when they switch off and she has to suck the demon girl's big, red jiggle-dumpling.

After every breast has been thoroughly kissed, they pick up their pom-poms again and go back to dancing.

We're naked! We're naked!
We want to run and hide!
And once this song is over
We'll be fully mortified!

You know it's wrong to see us girls
Stripped of all our clothes!
You've one last chance to look away
Before our final pose!

As one, the girls bend backwards and fall into a backwards crabwalk, their backs arched, their knees open, their breasts resting atop their ribs like sets of jiggling desserts served up on trays. Following the beat, they crabwalk to the left, then crabwalk to the right, then rotate ninety degrees and, for a grand finale, kiss their neighbors between the legs.