A new game begins.

"Th-This is not fair!" Velatha shouts.

"I wouldn't move around too much. The way I left it, even the slightest movement could cause those bottoms to slip right off. They're not tied on anymore at all, you know. But this should be easy. All you need to do is stand as still as possible. If you don't move, they won't fall off, and nobody will see that smooooth elven--"

May and Velatha stare at one another for a lengthy moment.

"I was waiting for you to interrupt me," she adds. "It would have been funny."

"Just tell me what I need to do, damn it."

"Easy!" From behind her back, the bunny pulls out a comically oversized feather and wiggles it back and forth.

"No. No, no."

"Yes. Yes, yes."

"This is bullshit!"

"No. This is a feather. And all you need to do is keep those bottoms on. I promise I won't touch them once." She grins wide with a fire burning in her eyes. The excitement of his game for whatever reason has caused her own breathing to increase in speed. Her tongue protrudes out from between her teeth as she eyes the elf up and down--nostrils flaring.

"Wh-What did I do to deserve this?" the elf asks.

"The first game was for a bunch of stuff. But this second game? It's ****."

"What--"

"For Mimi's ice cream cone."

"Excuse me?"

"She clearly bought it from a vendor who isn't even here anymore, and with her own hard-earned money! Tsk tsk. You're too cruel. But I love you for it, because if it wasn't for people like you, this would be so much less fun. Don't get me wrong. Nobody's completely innocent, and I love messing around with everyone, but nothing gives me more of a thrill than a Penalty Game like this." She then looks to the audience, standing right to Velatha's side. "Are you ready, everyone? I think it's time to introduce this beautiful elven lady to Mr. Feather. Unfortunately for her, this guy's a little handsy~!"

Once again, whistles and hollers. They're definitely stoked.

"How do I even win?!" Velatha asks, but her question is instantaneously proceeded by a moaning gasp. She presses her lips shut as tight as can be, and her face glows so red that Mimi worries she's about to pass out. Her body quivers. Vibrates. As the feather starts tickling against her side, it looks like it's taking every single last particle of her being not to break into a loud and flailing fit of laughter. The sensation stroking her side is intense, like electric shocks through her nervous system. It's obvious just how unbearable it is by just how much of her is currently shivering.

Finally, she pulls the feather away.

Velatha gasps loudly and pants, yet still knows she has to remain as still as can be. She looks down at her bottoms and can only pray they stay up.

"Wow. Ticklish," May says. "I love that. Hey, would it be cruel of me to tickle a little higher? Say, under her arm?"

"D-Do not," Velatha hisses between clenched teeth. She's trying so hard not to budge. "This game is impossible."

"I know."

"What?!"

With a huge grin, May tickles the soft, white feather up and down Velatha's forcefully exposed armpit.

It's far too much for any mortal to handle.

With lips bursting open, the elf cackles manically with tears in her eyes. In between her frantic giggling, she lets out gasping moans. Perhaps it's simply the noise of somebody so **** and embarrassed, or something more, but either way, she gasps and pants and pleads, "No, no! S-Stop!" in between breaths as best she can. "I can not... I... Stop, p-please~!" But people can hardly hear these words. Not only because of all the laughter, but because their attention is elsewhere.

All that movement is more than enough to allow the golden bikini bottoms to slip down her slender legs and hit the sand.

The tickling doesn't stop.

Velatha Orilana is now on full display. Her large breasts bounce with cute nipples as stuff as pebbles. Just as May joked before, her smooth elven pussy can't be covered. It only looks even more tantalizing by how she squeezes together her thighs in a futile attempt to cover them up. Nothing can. In fact, she's **** to jolt around from the relentless tickle ****, which puts on an even better show than if she were to hang still. Her tits swing and bounce. Her ass flails wiggles left and right. All while she continues to laugh, beg, and moan.

Then finally, May pulls the feather away. And she bows.

The audience applauds.