The match reaches its inevitable conclusion

Daisy makes a diving leap back into the mud pit, taking both guard girls down with her. For a minute, all you can see is churning mud, punctuated by the odd limb or butt. The skirmish ends with the dark elf rising from the muck, a handful of dreadlocks in one hand and a handful of fauxhawk in the other. Both girls struggle to liberate their hair from Daisy's grip as they're pulled to their feet, the mud slowly sloughing off of their deliciously bare bodies.

The boys cheer for Daisy's win. She responds by shaking her opponents lightly, making their ample bosoms jump about for a bit. Dreadlocks has an amazing pair of double-d-cups. Fauxhawk has c-cups, which apparently amount to something shamefully small in this society.

"Very good show, Daisy!" you say. You take Dreadlocks off her hands, wipe the mud from her right buttock, and give her a good stamping. "Truly, there is no better friend to mankind than a beautiful naked chick who will strip other beautiful chicks naked!"

"Would you like me to make out with them?" says Daisy, winking impishly. She takes Fauxhawk around the waist and traces a finger around her chin. "I'm pretty sure this one gave my breast a little fondle, and she didn't seem displeased with what she felt."

"That sounds like a 'later' kind of thing," you say, stamping Fauxhawk. "We have bigger fish to strip. Right now, I need Ibi to line up my new recruits by boob-size and get them ready to ambush the Queen of War. Oh, and before I forget..."

Daisy is waving and flexing for the crowd when you yank her panties down again. She puts on a big show of looking embarrassed by her sudden nudity, then winks at her audience and gives a final bow.