Onward to the Palace of Gold!

Elsewhere, in the Palace of Gold, another important transaction is going down. A pair of envoys from two different elf kingdoms have arrived to compete over a lucrative trade contract. The first of these is Dalthia of the sun elves, a radiant beauty with c-cup breasts and golden hair down to her shapely, shapely butt. The second is Jargaret of the moon elves, a tall and slender looker with dusky purple skin and wavy pink hair down to her b-cups.

These two elves have just been admitted to an audience with one of the Gold Queen's biggest advisors. An attendant shows them both into a small changing room, hands them each a towel, and informs them that Mistress Zan awaits them in the bath.

"Did you say 'in the bath'?" says Jargaret.

"Yes," says the attendant. "I'll leave you so you can undress."

The moon elf exchanges a look with the sun elf, both of their looks wandering down to the other's feet and back. Jargaret blanches into a soft purple-pink color. Dalthia smirks. Being as sun elf women are famously accustomed to spending much of their time frolicking naked in private women-only sun-elf facilities, she knows that any situation that involves nudity will favor her against her moon elf rival.

"How about that?" she says. "After all this time, it looks like we're finally going to get to compare breasts."

"Does she really expect us to strip?" says Jargaret.

"Oh, I wouldn't doubt it," says Dalthia, starting to shed her gown. "It's a common philosophy among the Gold house: Don't do business with a woman who won't show you her full girlhood."

"But I'm a moon elf!" Jargaret protests. Moon elf women's bodies are covered in "moon runes", which can be interpreted to learn their most embarrassing secrets by anyone versed in their ways. There fortunately aren't many people outside of the moon elf kingdom who can read a woman's moon runes, but Jargaret knows that Dalthia studied up on them just for such an occasion.

"Yes, how mortifying for you!" says Dalthia. "I guess you'd better leave, then."

The sun elf is already standing before her, birthday-suit bare, her arms crossed under her rosy-tipped breasts. Jargaret can only stare, her eyes darting from one rose-petal nipple to the other, tracking every subtle jiggle and every bead of glistening sweat gathering on her perfect sun-elf skin. It's the first time she's ever seen her rival naked, and it's downright surreal.

And the fact that the sun elf has the bigger breasts between them doesn't help her wanting to strip.

Jargaret grits her teeth and unlaces her dress.

"Looking good, Jar!" laughs Dalthia as the moon elf drops her bra. "I guess you were padding out those itty-bitties, yeah?"

"I was not!" says Jargaret, crossing her hands over her little pink nipples. "I'm a b-cup, and b-cups are not 'itty bitties'!"

"Then why are you padding them?"

"They're exactly as big as they look in my bra!"

"Are not."

Jargaret makes a frustrated sound, tries to smooth her hair over her breasts, and turns to drop her panties. Her plan is to grab her towel quickly to obscure her body before Dalthia gets a good look, but she's not quick enough to avoid a sharp swat to her butt.

"This is going to be great," says Dalthia.

Both elf women wrap themselves in their towels and progress on to the bath, not knowing that they're being observed by you.