Now tell them to get out

"That's some top-notch magic!" you say, praising the staff's performance.

"Now get the hell out of here, or I'll keep the staff."

Zed and Cira waste no time at all and run towards the window, wrapping their sheets around their naked bodies. The diviner sinks to the floor as they pass her, desperately attempting to cover herself. She turns to you, expectantly, while the other elves clamber out the window while trying not to trip over the sheets.

"My staff."

You hold a hand to your ear. "What's the magic word?"

She clenches her jaw, managing to grind out an angry "please"

You're not one to shirk from piling on some more humiliation, demonstrating the phrase of contrition you're waiting for: "please sir, I deserve to be naked, may I have my staff back?"

She repeats, through gritted teeth, particulary anguished to humiliate herself further by saying 'I deserve to be naked', but she manages to get through the whole sentence.

"Of course, dear naked lady, here is your staff", you hold it out to her, and she grabs its shaft and runs towards the window, practically diving out and sliding down the sloped roof to rendevouz with the other elves. You see them exchange some words in the shadow of a stable, and Zed apparently gets the short end of the stick when he is **** to hand his sheet to the diviner, though he quickly spots a nearby horseblanket to protect his modesty. The trio run off into the night, the moonlight glinting off their naked bodies.