Tickle time!

It turns out sun elves hate being tickled. Like, really hate it. A lot. They had being tickled while they're clothed, and they hate being tickled naked even more. But what they hate most of all is being tied up in a crowded temple with no clothes on and being tickled naked while a whole congregation of Etherial worshippers watches disapprovingly. They find it undignified.

You tie Laranelle's wrists to a rope and throw the rope over a rafter in the ceiling. When you pull on the rope, her hands are hoisted above her head, forcing her onto her tip-toes. She stands there in front of the crowd, wild-eyed, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, her huge breasts bouncing as she wriggles this way and that, struggling to free herself. She's beside herself with fury and frustration. There's a few giggles from the crowd, quickly shushed by the respectable worshippers.

Flora gets the same treatment. It would be difficult to tell which of the two bare-bottomed girls is blushing the hardest. Daisy steps up behind them and gives each one a firm slap on the posterior, followed by a thoughtful grope.

"I can't decide which is my favourite," she says. "Big tits or small tits? Fat bottom or skinny bottom? You're both just so pretty."

This provokes cries of outrage from the girls. The Etherial worshippers mutter in protest, but you can't help but notice that none of them are actually leaving. You step forward with a feather duster.

"Alright," you say. "Now, you girls are going to be tickled until you tell me where the sun elves meet up. Any questions?"

"We can't talk about that," protests Laranelle. "For such a breach of trust, we would certainly be punished by Etherial!"

"Interesting. How would she punish you?"

"She would deprive us of the gift of maidenly dignity!"

"Interesting," you say, beginning to tickle Laranelle's ribs with a feather duster. "Wouldn't want that to happen."