Continue the "Bunny Run"

The Countess Ynthella is one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the kingdom. She's young, with a slim body and a large set of breasts that her dressers had perfected the art of enhancing. When she went out, she went out in the most fascinating dresses anyone in town had ever seen. From her royal purple hair to her rare, rosy-pink skin, she was the picture of moon elf nobility.

As she makes her way down the road today, she is surprised to meet a few dozen moon elf women running in the other direction. They're stumbling over their high heels, hiking up their skirts, and just generally looking frantic to get away from whatever is coming.

One of the more eager of these runs right into her bust. She recognizes her as Tithnae, an heiress of some import. This whisper-thin lavender girl has clearly been struggling to hang on to her clothes, reduced now to a small scrap of her skirt that she's clutching around her waist and the remains of a tattered bra, which she holds to her breasts.

"Thithnae!" says Ynthella. "What's going on?"

"We need to run!" she says. "They're stripping noble women!"

"Who are?"

Ynthella doesn't get an answer, and is forced to just watch as the heiress tears off down the street, her flimsy bid for modesty flapping up and down to expose her ass with every step.