Meeting Zan

Zan is quite the impressive specimen. Double-d-cupped breasts, a large, well-sculpted ass, and a set of legs that could kick a mule through a closed barn door, hers is a body that sets a standard for just not quitting. And, as the two elf envoys meet her in the bath, they are surprised to find that this body is wrapped up in an extravagant one-piece bathing suit.

"Sorry, were we supposed to have suits?" says Dalthia, suddenly clutching her towel self-consciously. "We didn't see--"

"No," says Zan, not bothering to look at them. "Get in the bath."

The elves look from Zan, lounging luxuriously in the water, to a pair of large men standing behind her. They exchange a glance.

"The men are my bodyguards," Zan explains, anticipating their question. "I asked them here to keep an eye on you. Now get in the bath."

Slowly, without removing their towels, the elf women lower themselves into the water. Once they are seated, Zan looks at them for the first time, fixing them with a flat, hooded expression that leaves them feeling sharply reprimanded. This continues until Dalthia slips her towel off and deposits it outside the bath. The sun elf takes care to keep her body under the water, clutching her breasts with both hands.

Observing Zan's approval, Jargaret realizes that she'll have to follow suit. It's an amazing power play on Zan's part, she realizes: making the two of them undress and inviting a pair of men to watch, all while she herself remains comfortable and beautiful in her finery.

"Thank you for coming," says Zan. "I always enjoy visits from the elves. You're such beautiful, fascinating creatures. Sun elf, is it true that the women of your kingdom live in the nude?"

Dalthia blushes. "Well, when there are only other women around, yes."

"Delightful. Moon elf: What is the meaning of those markings on your body?"

When Jargaret hesitates to answer, Dalthia is only too happy to chime in. "Those are her moon runes. It's a curse of her kind that reveals her biggest embarrassment, if you know how to read them!"

"Dalthia, don't!" says Jargaret.

"Amazing," says Zan. "I would like to see your 'moon runes'."

Jargaret glares at Dalthia, getting a smirk in return. The message is clear: Either make Zan happy, or forfeit the contract to your rival. The moon elf swallows her blush, stands up out of the water, and drops her arms.

"How lovely," says Zan. "What do they say?"

"They say," says Dalthia, guiding Jargaret to turn around, "that when our good friend here was a teenager, she and her friends lost a game of strip poker to a single human she had a crush on, only to have her mom catch them and spank her naughty butt in front of the lucky young fellow."

Zan laughs. "That must have been hard on that little butt. I wonder whether sun elves have bigger butts than moon elves."

"That would be ironic, wouldn't it?" says Dalthia.

"I wonder," Zan repeats.

The comment hangs in the air long enough for Dalthia to realize what is expected of her. Cringing, she stands up and turns around, presenting her ass alongside her naked rival's.

"Aren't they beautiful, guys?" says Zan.

"Gorgeous," agrees a bodyguard.

"You know what I wonder?" says Zan. "Whether sun elves and moon elves ever kiss each other."

Dalthia and Jargaret look back at her over their naked shoulders, their eyes wide.

"Kiss," says Zan. "It will amuse me."