They stick with the palace, for now

Zan has decorated her palace in a definite theme. Everywhere they look, there is artwork featuring embarrassed naked elf women. The doors are flanked with stone statues of knock-kneed, wide-eyed elves clutching their bare vaginas with both hands. The ceiling is painted in a vast mural of elf women getting caught bathing. The gallery that Zan had spoke of hangs on the walls, all in the form of large, beautifully framed pictures of elf women being humiliated. There's a busty naked forest elf streaking through a boys' classroom with her hands tied behind her back, a skinny gold elf caught right at the crucial moment of her wedgie when her panties finally tore from her body, a curvy sea elf losing her bikini to a fishing line... Dalthia and Jargaret cringe inwardly to realize that they recognize many of the women depicted here, all the more so when they see a large, empty frame with their own names engraved along the bottom. It looks like their portrait is already on its way.

When they reached her throne room, they found a giant bird cage in the middle of the chamber containing a river elf girl, with baby-blue skin, short, yellow hair, small breasts, and absolutely no clothes. She sits there, looking furiously sullen, trying her best to shield her body from the palace staff.

"Is that... Princess Tide?" says Jargaret.

"This little princess angered me," says Zan. She caresses the cage, then gives it a gentle push to let it sway gently. The princess topples to the side, flashing her goodies to everyone watching. "She came to me to beg a loan, and failed to show the proper deference. Isn't that right, girl?"

Tide makes an angry sound.

"Tell them what you did," says Zan.

"I refused to bow to her," says Tide.

"Because..."

"...Because I was disgusted by the idea of letting a human tell me what to do."

"But now..."

"...But now I realize that elves are not better than humans, and Zan should be able to see me naked as much as she likes."

"Very good. So, now the river elves are letting me exhibit her for a little while, in exchange for the money they needed so badly. It's a pretty good deal, and at the end of it all, I get to keep her regalia up on my trophy wall and send her home in the nude."

She indicates the wall behind the throne, upon which hangs the numerous sets of women's clothing, all mounted on mannequin torsos and hung like hunting trophies. In the midst of a couple elaborate ball gowns, the elf ambassadors see the clothing of a tomboyish river elf princess: A silver, spangled bandeau and a pair of matching shorts.

Zan summons her bodyguard and tells him, "The river elf girl is required to sing and dance now. If she fails to do so, spank her. If she sings off key, spank her. If she gives you attitude, spank her."

Tide scrambles to her feet and starts in on her song. She has a lovely voice:

I'm a haughty little princess, I think highly of myself
And you're a lowly human, far, far lower than an elf!
It's an honor and a privilege just to share the air with me!
So hold your tongue and know your place beneath my dignity!

But oops, you took my top off! You can see my little breasts!
It's clear that I've made mountains from the hills of garden pests!
Oops, you've got my bottoms! You can see my little butt!
And when you spin me 'round, you're gonna see my you-know-what!

Avert your eyes, you peasants! Go and fetch for me a dress!
You're not allowed to oogle at an elvenkind princ-ess!
You shouldn't see me jiggle as I run from here to there!
And you shouldn't see my nipples start to stiffen in the air!