Interrogate Caite

"You elf girls sure are cute," you say, picking up the caramel forest elf by the ankle and looking her over. "You may tend towards the small side of breasts and asses, but you know what the upside is?"

"Tiny vaginies?" says Daisy.

"Tiny vaginies," you say. "I mean, I don't know how you manage to actually have sex like that, but it's a good look anyway. Check this one out!"

The pancake-breasted elf makes an angry noise and cups both hands over her crotch. You stamp her ass, sling her over your shoulder, and turn your attention to Caite.

The leader of the druids has been seized by either arm, Daisy on her left and Banti on her right. She eyes you like a deer in a headlight as you approach.

"Hi!" you say. "Want to keep your nipples secret? Tell me how to conjure up whatever large-breasted forest goddess you may have."

She swallows. "Raeta is fairly large-breasted. There's a tome under the alter that details all of the appropriate rituals."

"Thanks! Okay, let's get you naked."

"What? But... you said you wouldn't strip me!"

"No, I didn't! I said... Oh! I see where the confusion was. No, those were two unrelated thoughts. That's embarrassing."

"But--"

Caite starts screaming and doesn't stop all through her denuding. You rip away her buckskins to reveal a classic white panty and bra, the latter of which is cradling a pair of oranges. The fruits tumble away as you pluck the garment, leaving her with a tiny pair of green-nippled A-cups.

Her knees cross as her panties drop. Caite is naked.