Continue observing quietly

Slowly, awkwardly, Dalthia and Jargaret tilt their heads and press their lips together.

"One of you is trying less than the other," Zan says. "It displeases me."

The elf women's eyes meet, both of them thinking the same thing: Which one was displeasing her? Neither wanting to lose ground on her rival, they both commit to the bit. Dalthia shoves her tongue down Jargaret's throat. Jargaret seizes the sun elf's ass with one hand and spanks her with the other. Dalthia latches on to the moon elf's neck and starts to work on giving her a hickey. Jargaret raises the stakes by sticking Dalthia's right breast in her mouth and sucking furiously. The sun elf's skin starts to glow, her back arches, and she lets out a yelp as her long-time enemy's lips, teeth, and tongue give her nipple a good workout.

Jargaret spends a moment wondering if all sun elf nipples taste like coconut-pineapple, or if it's just Dalthia's.

The frantic make-out abruptly stops when the elves hear a click. Zan, laughing delightedly, has just taken a picture of them with her magic picture box. They watch in horror as she passes the box off to a bodyguard, her light, beautiful laughter carrying all the way.

"Thank you!" she says. "That's definitely one for the gallery!"

"Gallery?" says Jargaret.

"Yes. I don't know if I mentioned: You elf girls are something of a hobby of mine, and I've devoted a gallery to this hobby. I think of it as a study in the pretenses you are all so fond of presenting, and the beautiful truth that comes out when you're separated from your clothing."

The elves blush at each other, detangle, and sink back down into the bath water.

"I've made a study out of almost all different kinds of elves: Forest, river, desert, mountain, sea, ice, fire... I even had a jade elf in here not too long ago. She was a proud one, to be sure, but I got her to strip down, bend over, and look back at me with her thumb in her mouth. Adorable creature. The guys particularly love her portrait."

"Ma'am," says Dalthia, "I think we'd be mad at ourselves if we didn't discuss business now."

"In good time," says Zan. "I'm a very busy woman, and I don't get a lot of time to play like this. What else can we do to amuse me?"