Suggest the top.

You point a finger upwards. "The top," you answer. "But is this some sort of test?"

She chuckles quietly as she casts a coy glance at you one more time before flickering her eyes back to her own garments. Her fingers toy with the buttons of her top, as if to tease you slowly. First comes the one, then the second, and you watch as both her skin and a black brassiere beneath come further into view. Once she undoes the bottom button, she slowly slips the fabric from her shoulders, and takes the time to carefully fold the blouse up before placing it down beside her pile of armour. As she stands back up, she caresses her hands up her alluring elven figure, up to her bra, which she nudges up for a moment through unbroken eye-contact with you across the bath.

It isn't just black, but lace. She runs her fingers along the under wire before bringing her hands back down her stomach. "The steam in here is so thick," she comments quietly. "I am afraid you cannot appreciate the design details of this brassiere done by the skillful hands of our lovely Luna. They're flowers, you see. Flowers of lace, but not only that, but one particular kind. Primrose."

"That's beautiful. Fitting, for the ever-gorgeous Lady Tesgella, much like a flower."

"How sweet." She smiles, slipping her thumbs down past the waist of her frilly shorts. "None of this is a test, Kyle, especially not to do with my bra. Rest and relax, just as you are. But to me, the primrose is significant. You should not know why, lest you have read my mind without my permission."

"If I had the power to read minds around here, I think my head would explode."

She chuckles again, this time baring the shiny teeth of her beautiful grin. As she slides her shorts slowly down her creamy thighs, you notice that she has a very similar pair of panties, though that's no surprise. Even through the steam, you can tell it's of the same design. She steps out of the shorts, and carefully places them atop her blouse before standing up straight with hands brushing back through her long, pink hair.

"Is it significant because... the colour of your hair?" you awkwardly guess.

Her fingers trace the edges of her lacey black panties. "Primrose can be all manner of colours, including pink, though no. That is not it." Her index finger runs up the front of her underwear, over one flower in particular, in a manner of speaking. "They grow in the Deeproot Forest. When we made that connection, you and I. When you walked in on me bathing, and we met eyes, I felt something in my heart. At the same time, not far from your feet, I saw the most beautiful primroses I had ever seen."

"Nyllia... I don't know what to say," you softly reply. "That's such a romantic story. I had no idea. I, ah. Let me think for a moment. I need to figure out something equally as lovely to say in response, but I'm a little flustered now."

"Shh." She places a finger on her lips. "Be quiet then. For soon, you will be able to respond with action instead of with words." She then continues as you previously instructed. Starting with the top once again, she reaches behind herself and undoes the clasp. She knows she has your full attention, so she takes her time pulling the lacey fabric from her skin. Not too long, however, as soon she removes it completely, granting you full view of her big, perky breasts, and her tiny pink nipples which poke up with excitement. Now she spends no time folding her clothing. Instead, she tosses the bra behind her.

She runs her fingers down over her bare breasts--toying with them, nudging them together, massaging them for your viewing pleasure. After she thinks you've had your fill, she lifts one of her legs up, and steps out of her panties. Next comes her other. Then at last, she stands before you in the nude. As an elf, she is a woman of nature, and to see that natural beauty on full display is always fitting. She's truly gorgeous, not just because of her body, but the aura of her confidence as well. She allows the lacey panties to drop from her fingertips to land on the rest of her belongings. Then at last, she steps a toe into the water.