She's already wearing them

"Um... you're already wearing them, your majesty," Xalandra lies as she bites her lip, hoping the queen will be dumb enough to buy it.

"I am?!" Belinda asks excitedly before her face contorts into a cute little pout. "Oh..."

"Wh-what's wrong your highness?" Xalandra asks nervously, worrying she may have gone too far.

"It's just... I don't feel like I'm wearing anything," Belinda says with a blush as she runs her dainty hands all over her sexy, saggy tits and bountiful belly.

Xalandra wracks her brain for an excuse as she ogles the nude noble, her loins stirring with lust a little at the sight, even if the queen is looking worse for wear at the moment.

"That's because... your magical clothes are so... so exquisite and light, that it will feel like you're wearing nothing at all?" The elf says more like a question, hoping the queen will fall for it.

Belinda blinks as her cheeks turn red. "That... that's so..."

Xalandra squirms, feeling her mostly-exposed backdoor pucker in fear.