Yiantra shows the Order to their lodging

The Order of the Hooded Eye's visit is not off to a great start. Yiantra is still showing them to their quarters when they run into their first naked girl, a chubby red-headed cutie fleeing from the site of her panty-raiding. Seconds later, they're passing through an art exhibit by the Girl Spotters Club who are featuring "A Study in Tan Lines."

"You have absolutely lost control of this school," says Abbi, the head priestess of the order.

"You have to understand the exceptional circumstances, Priestess," says Yiantra. "The Chosen One, he--"

"I care not for your excuses. If you had a proper respect for the values of Etherial, you wouldn't need any. Just look at you. Are you still wearing a thong?"

Yiantra blushes, her hands going to her butt. "I don't like having a... panty line."

"The solution to a panty line is more clothing," says Abbi. "Not less. You've left your arms entirely bare, your ankles unguarded, and as for your throat..."

"Forgive me, Priestess, but I would appreciate if we could stick to strategies for dealing with Raider."

"Hold still," says Abbi, suddenly taking Yiantra by the arm. She turns her roughly around, pulling her hair aside and clucking with disdain. "As I thought: Under your hair, you're backless."

"Just a little..."

"Are you aspiring to 'just a little' dignity, then? Because you've succeeded!"

Yiantra comports herself and indicates a door. "Here is where you will be staying. If there's anything I can--"

"Inside," says Abbi.

"Pardon?"

"Get inside. Now."

Abbi opens the door and takes Yiantra by the arm again, pulling her into the guest dorms. Once her girls are all inside, she shuts the door, stands the elf in the middle of the room, and says,

"Undress."

"...Pardon?"

"You heard me. Undress. You are clearly due for a proper shaming. Your academy is full of girls getting stripped out in the open, your girls' showers have open stalls, your students are permitted to practice lesbianism in full view..."

"There's nothing wrong with lesbianism!"

"So, you're from one of the progressive sects, are you? Undress."

Realizing that she doesn't have a choice, Yiantra slowly begins to shrug off her fine, elven gown before the eyes of the Order. Predictably enough, she gets quite a reaction when they discover that she doesn't put her little breasts into a bra. After dropping her panties, she stands there, hands over her vagina, blushing under the gaze of the other women.

"I want you all to look at her," says Abbi. "This is what it looks like when you can't uphold the dignity of the female form."

"Can I put my clothes back on, now?" says Yiantra.

"No," says Abbi. "I want you to stand in the corner and think about your failure here. Scoot!"

Yiantra feels a ruler smack against her buttocks, spurring her to the far corner of the room. She stands there, butt facing out, starting to seriously regret her decision to bring the Order to the Academy.

"Come, ladies," says Abbi. "We have a school to put in order."