The druids begin their ceremony

Traditionally, the druids of the forest elves would perform their sacred ceremonies "sky-clad," or butt-naked. Then the human settlements encroached a little too close to their lands, and the druid girls got more and more shy about the local boys spying on their bare-bodied cavorting. The current generation has completely abandoned the old ways, seeking instead to appease the forest spirits by stripping human girls.

At the head of this druidic band is Caite, a leggy forest elf with a wall of green braids running down her back. She's clad in her modest ceremonial buckskins, complete with an antlered headdress. She stands at an alter of broken stone, watching as a pair of her huntresses haul in tonight's capture: A human tomboy with a cute, round face, short-cropped hair, and a set of hunter's leathers that labor to hide her figure. She's hanging by her hands and feet from a pole held between the two elf girls.

"This is all?" says Caite, poking at the catch.

"The human girls are growing wise to our schedule," says one of the huntresses.

"Whatever," says Caite. "Get her on the alter."

The tomboy thrashes about furiously as she's lowered onto the alter. She had always managed to stay one step ahead of the forest elves, laughing at the other girls who were foolish enough to get caught. It would seem that all these other girls got sick of her and didn't tell her of the secret hiding place they all concocted for the nights of the druids' ceremonies.

"Spirits of the forest!" says Caite, raising up her dagger. "We offer up the modesty of this girl as a symbol of our return to nature, and hope that you are pleased by her beauty and humility!"

A few good swipes of her blade, and the tomboy is stripped naked. She's got a cute body with orange-sized breasts and a butt like a peach. The druids each get a good laugh at her, then dip their hands in red paint to leave a hand print on her body. By the time she's released to run back to town in her birthday suit, she's got a hand print everywhere that matters.

The tomboy runs into you, Daisy, and Banti as she leaves the castle ruins. She screams, cups her pussy with both hands, and sprints away. You watch her go, the four hand prints on her ass jiggling like they're waving goodbye.