Just outside the limits of the dark elf city is a small guard post where a pair of sisters keep a vigil. There's Vaillia, a tall, muscular beauty with a great mane of white hair flowing around her shoulders and a pair of swords strapped to her back, and Viestra, a slender whippet of a girl with a crossbow and a loose white braid running down to her butt. Big-sister Vaillia is just in the middle of schooling kid-sister Viestra in another game of dark elf chess when their senses alert them to movement outside the perimeter.
When they investigate, they see a face they hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hey there!" shouts Daisy, waving. "If it isn't Vaillia and Viestra!"
"Malitiax?" says Vaillia. "Is that you?"
"Sort of," says Daisy. "I go by 'Daisy' now. Ain't that cute? The names these humans come up with..."
Daisy comes to a stop right in front of the two sisters. To her amusement, their eyes take the scenic route down her body to settle on her crotch. Viestra can't help but giggle.
"Want to tell us why we're looking at your vagina right now?" says Vaillia.
"Well, I've always had my theories about you, but it's none of my business," says Daisy. "On that topic: Are either of you aware of a dark elf girl with a star-shaped mark on her body? I figure you two would be the chicks to ask."
"Seriously, though," says Vaillia, poking Daily in the nipple. "Did you lose a bet? Where are your clothes?"
"I can see your..." says Viestra, following her big sister's lead and poking Daisy's other nipple, "...boobs!"
"Don't touch those," says Daisy, patiently.
"Sorry, but this is too good," says Vaillia. "Big, tough Malitiax goes missing on a surface job, only to come back butt-naked some seven years later?"
"If you hold her down, I'll spank her!" says Viestra.
"Okay, now you're starting to irk me," says Daisy.
The sisters are about to retort when they feel a hand close around their upper arms. They look back to find you standing there, holding them fast.
"Say hello to the Panty Raider, girls," says Daisy. "He likes to strip sisters."
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