Shiryoku Zai's T1...!

With her sports gear shed and her glasses in ruins at her feet, Shiryoku finally looked like a true elf... No weird glasses, no punching in order fulfillment, no black armor, no branding... well, very little branding. All that she'd been wearing underneath that garment were a few leaves, stuck over her nipples and pussy with what looked like golden tree sap. The leaves couldn't hide the pinkness of her nipples, standing out against her pale flesh, nor the tuft of pretty, silver pubic hair above her slightly moist pussy. The cameras were loving it, capturing every angle of Shiryoku's lewd body. The audience cheered loudly... half of them probably had an office girl fetish and the other half had an elf fetish. Shiryoku Zai appealed to both.

The girl's legs trembled as she held her staff forward; her eyes seemed to circle, unsure where to look now that she'd been deprived of her HUD. Her pale skin was flushed red and her breathing had grown heavy. "... M-Mister Bungen! I think... I think I need to log a sick day!" she complained, turning her face towards the God Box.

"Idiot! Miss Zai, you iiiidiot!" the man complained, beating both fists on his chair and growing uncharacteristically upset. "Is that all the good elven magic can do?! Maybe I'll find some race of dwarves and see if they're any better at fulfilling orders!! Do you know how much money is flying out the window since you let that Japanese bitch touch those expensive glasses I gave yoooou?!" he shouted, his fish-like mouth flapping up and down in beastly agitation. You began to understand that Bungen's methods were just as bad as they looked... how many peoples and civilizations had he tossed aside in his search for the perfect race to establish his logistics network? "I picked you as a priestess due to your processing capabilities! If you don't have those, then what good are you?! Just a slow-witted elf with a wooden stiiiick!!"

"M-M-Mister Bungen... Just one sick day... Give me just one sick day, please..." the elf cried, falling to her knees and dropping her staff. The bout was essentially over already... "I'll make up all of those orders we missed... So please...!"

Keiko cast her eyes towards the god box with malice, seeing this pitiful display. It was pretty likely she wanted to turn her blade against Bungen now. If that happened, you'd lose the match by default! At a time like this... it should be god against god, shouldn't it?! It was time for you to stand up for both priestesses!

You tapped the guy on the shoulder to get his attention and he wiped spittle away from his angry, ranting mouth with one fist. "What the fuck do you want, Mister Katappashikara?" he asked, before you let loose in righteous godly fury!