She falls back on her vast array of queenly knowledge.

Belinda screams in panic.

"Guards! Guards! There's an intruder in my bath!" The naked, wet, shivering, and still kneeling queen shouts.

Luckily for Xalandra, all the guards had left already (and took quite the haul of booty with them).

"There's no need for that, your majesty, it is I, Xalandra, your humble court magician," the elf says.

That seems to calm the mewling monarch for a moment, who plops back down on her soft, jiggly ass.

"Oh..." Belinda says. "But why does your voice sound so... scratchy?"

Xalandra blushes as she realizes even that spell was gone too, taking her more melodious voice with it. "Uh... I'm coming down with a cold..." the newly re-frumpified elf lies.

"Well don't come near me, sickie! I'm not about to get sick," Belinda says scooching along the floor on her large, pillowy ass and exposing her juicy snatch to the elf.

"I... I wont," sighs the elf. She looks down at her own body and whimpers.

"I... think I'm done bathing now," Belinda declares as she clumsily stands up, exposing her curvaceous body to Xalandra. "Go fetch me some clothes. I feel a chill in here."

Xalandra scowls at her basically blind ruler and looks around for something she could wear to cover up her own nudity and sighs. This room has been completely picked clean.

"Well?" The impatient Belinda barks, not realizing her sad state of affairs.