Meet Reyvanne

The shrieks of the girls and the slaps of your hand against their pretty bare bottoms blend into a pleasing rhythm. Heron nods along to the beat. You're just getting into the groove when the surface of the river flexes, and something huge and transparent explodes out of the water.

Reyvanne the river spirit towers over you, her arms folded, looking down at you and your captured river elves with contempt gleaming in her eyes. Heron was right. She's actually made of water, and so are her clothes. A long robe of shimmering green liquid veils a tall, strong figure, with high breasts and strong hips, made from sparkling river water that ripples very slightly as she steps forward.

She's strikingly beautiful, with high cheekbones and full lips, perfectly sculpted from water, glittering in the sunlight. A sneer settles on her face as she looks down at the girls you're spanking.

"Captured," she says, mockingly. "Nimbus. Shimmer. Willow. Limber. You have been captured by this... mortal creature. And I see that you are allowing him to use you as... musical instruments? Can this be right?"

The girls squirm at the sound of their names. Reyvanne's voice, as beautiful and musical as the sound of a babbling stream, echoes through the city, attracting more people to the river's edge to witness their upturned, naked buttocks. Only Limber has enough courage to speak up.

"It's not my fault!" she protests. "He... he's too powerful! And he tricked me!"

"He tricked you?"

Tentacles of water spring from the hem of Reyvanne's robe. They snatch at Limber's arms and legs and lift her high into the air, before the assembled river elves. The river spirit doesn't show up every day, and word of her appearance is rapidly travelling around the city. Limber is held in the air, stark naked, spread eagled and on display before hundreds of her fellow elves.

Her face glows bright red, and she struggles against the tentacles, her tiny breasts bouncing as she tried to wriggle free. Reyvanne laughs, a sound like water cascading over polished stones.

"Let everyone in the city witness the defeat of these foolish girls," she crows, as tiny liquid tendrils begin to tickle Limber's armpits and the soles of her feet. She squeals even louder, struggling to make herself heard over the crowd. "All river elves must know that Limber the elf allowed herself to be shamed by a mere human. Perhaps that will teach her a lesson!"