The twin princesses' audience hall

High up in the palace, in the audience hall of the twin princesses, four elves are awaiting their reception. First, there's Kendrifer of the moon elves, a generously buxom lady with plum-purple skin, cool-pink hair down to her breasts, and pale moon runes all over her skin, stuffed into a form-fitting gown. Then there's Currant of the river elves, a tall, athletic woman with baby-blue skin, b-cup breasts, and a beaded mohawk of dark navy, clad in a fine, silver brief and bandeau combination. Next to her is Teef of the forest elves, a chestnut-skinned girl with a green ponytail down to her butt, her c-cupped hourglass figure well-presented in her leather breeches and top. Finally, there's Vervix of the dark elves, a skinny little lady with her white hair cut close save for a long set of bangs drooping over one eye, wearing a striking red tunic-and-pants combination.

"The princesses will see you shortly," says a naked servant girl. "After you've undressed."

The four elves look at the naked girl with wide eyes.

"Excuse me?" says Kendrifer.

"I thought nudity was optional," says Currant.

"It is," says the girl. "When visiting the palace. But the princesses will not see you if you are more dressed than they are."

"Then you can tell the princesses to put some clothes on," says Kendrifer. "I'm a moon elf, for fuck's sake. Do they not understand how moon elf women need to keep our moon runes hidden?"

"They understand. But it remains that they are princesses, and you four are, well, envoys."

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" says Vervix.

"Call me if you need anything," says the servant girl as she leaves.

"Wow," says Teef, laughing nervously. "I can't believe we're all about to see each other naked."

"Like fuck we are," says Kendrifer. "I can't strip. This is all _very _insensitive to the moon elf people."

"I could see making the dark elf undress," says Currant. "She's probably hiding a knife somewhere."

"What are you whining about?" says Vervix. "You walk around near-naked anyway!"

"You're just mad because you don't have the body to pull it off!" says Currant.

"Ladies, come on!" says Teef. "Can't we just make the most of this? I can't be the only one who's curious about everyone else's, ya know, sizes. Just for fun."

"Nope," says Kendrifer.

"No," says Currant.

"A little," says Vervix.

You and Daisy observe this exchange, unseen, fascinated by the politics of elven high society. Perhaps you should strip them. Perhaps, with some encouragement, they'll strip each other. There's any number of exciting ways this scenario could play out.