The land of the island elves

Ka'ai is a spectacular show of the beauty that is island elf women. A well-formed hourglass body sculpted in sea-salt-caramel skin, hers is a form shaped for swimming, rowing, and climbing among the tropical fruit trees. Her hair is done up with large island flowers, and cascades down her back in bouncing black curls. Her breasts are struggling to stay inside of the biggest coconut bra she could find. Her hips are draped with a grass skirt that sways playfully in the breeze, leaving must of her legs bare and just a bit of her girlish secrets as well. Her copious bare skin is tattooed with the fanciful patterns of her people, drawing the eye always to the bits that remain a mystery.

As the pirate ship eases closer to the island, Ka'ai observes from the branches of a tall mango tree. By the looks of it, these were yet more invaders looking to plunder the local bounty. They would never get far, though, once Ka'ai reported back to the tribe.

But before she could make the run, she felt a hand close around the grass on the back of her skirt.

"Hey!" she cries, looking back to find you holding her by the grass. Her eyes are wide and her teeth gritted. She badly wants to cover the toasty tan cheeks you're exposing, but she needs both hands to retain her perch.

"Wow, an island elf!" says Daisy. "I'd only ever heard of these! It's said that island elf women draw a lot of power from the sun. That's why they dress like this. The more sunlight they expose themselves to, the stronger they are."

"Neat!" you say, taking a peek at Ka'ai's butt. Apparently island elves don't wear panties. "I guess we'd be doing her a favor to strip her, then."

"You'd think, but no," says Daisy. "Island elves need to maintain a good balance between power and reason. If they're not careful to shield their girly bits, they get, well, overcharged."

"Elaborate."

"If you stripped her bare and pointed her full-frontals at the sun, it would really curl her toes."

"Well, we've gotta see that," you say.

"No!" says Ka'ai. "NO!"

The grass clippings go flying.