They refuse

There's a commotion in a dark elf watering hole: "Come quick! Someone really got the better of those lesbian sisters, and now they're hopping through the avenues butt-naked!"

Vaillia and Viestra are not off to a great start. Having refused to make out with each other, they find themselves with their ankles bound and their hands tied behind their backs, **** to make a slow getaway through the most public parts of the dark elf city. It's a long way back to the noble house they call home, and every step is an awkward bounce that sends Vaillia's breasts bouncing every which way. Viestra fares a bit better, of course, but she's all the more embarrassed for it.

"Looking good, ladies!" says a voice from the laughing public.

"Hey, what's that on their butts?"

The crowd has noticed your stamp. You switched over to a glow-in-the-dark ink so that everyone can clearly see it. A dark elf scoops up Viestra and bends her over his knee so that he can properly read your words.

"'Stripped by the Panty Raider'," he says. "Interesting!"

"Don't touch my sister!" says Vaillia. "Or I swear--"

She cuts off with a yelp when a hand darts out of the crowd and honks her breast.

"WHO DID THAT!" she demands. "I want names!"

"Everyone, this is serious!" says Viestra. "This 'Panty Raider' has come to strip and humiliate every female in our city!"

"Even the matriarchs?"

"Especially the matriarchs! If we don't stop him, our entire matriarchal society will be compromised!"

"But where will he start? The temple of the Spider Goddess, full of nubile young priestesses; the arcane academy; or the high seat of power where Matron Horriblia rules the city?"