Finish stripping the noblewomen

It's a heavenly dance, your stripping of the moon elf noblewomen. Grab and rip, grab and rip, you're sending scraps of clothing flying like a tickertape parade. The ladies themselves are in a furious panic, stumbling over one another in a vain attempt to spare their modesty. A chorus of screams rises to meet you with every handful of fabric you claim, baring their purple bodies bit by bit until you're chasing a gaggle of girls in nothing but their noble undies. Then the bra cups start to go flying off into the hands of the eager souvenir-hunters in the crowd. Finally, there's nothing left but to deprive them of your trophies.

You come to the last noble girl, a plum-purple piece with a peach of a butt, and pin her down with a foot to the back as she tries to crawl away inconspicuously. She looks back at you in horror, her ass tightening around the sporty yellow boyshorts she's been reduced to. You take her by these panties, give her a friendly pat on the cheek, and rip the garment from her body.

"The last of the noblewomen is naked!" says Daisy. "Dozens of beautiful, nubile highborns, bared for your scrutiny and amusement! Now, what should we do with them?"