The dark elf tries to make a deal

You go after the dark elf first. The flexing action of her meaty ebon buttocks is just too much to resist.

Before the elf knows what's going on, she's got her arm pinned behind her and her breasts pressed up against the glass of a nearby shop. A collection of bemused patrons are getting a delightful eyeful as she struggles against you, craning her head back to watch as you prepare to apply the curse to her ass.

"No!" she protests. "NO! Okay, what do you want? Do you want gold?"

"No," you say.

"Power? I can get you power!"

"Sounds complicated." You've selected a white curse for the elf, all the better to stand out against her skin.

"Women! I can get you beautiful women!"

You pause, fingertips drumming against her buttock.

"Elaborate."

She clears her throat, noticeably coming up with her plan as she speaks. "I come from a dark elf city far beneath the surface. I can show you where it is. It's full of women who are far more comely than me."

"Don't sell yourself short, cutie." You give her a supportive swat on the ass. She yelps and presses on.

"The matrons of the city are all proud, arrogant tyrants. They deserve to be stripped. You could overturn the evil of an entire city. You'd be a legend. And all you need to do is let me put my clothes back on!"