'Interrogate' the officer

What you needed was information, and this pretty little morsel conveniently decided to fall right into your lap. The high elves of Melnaserin were proud, worldly and meddlesome in the affairs of other nations so they will likely have some interesting insight on the current goings ons of the world while you were locked away. The elite guard was also responsible for missions of great importance, so they were privvy to many secrets that not even their nobles of higher rank would, or should, know about. As far as you knew, your knowledge about everything before your imprisonment might likely be long outdated, so you needed to bring yourself up to speed. You interrupted the officer's menacing barking with a curt raise of your open palmed hand. She immediately shuts her trap. As brave as she looked, she would know that any raised hand of yours could do some very terrible things to her. You used it as an effective threat, and her bravado deflated for the split second.

"I do hope that you understand your situation a little better now, knife ear. As eternally patient as I am, I do sometimes decide to let my.... emotions get the better of me." You circle around her, inspecting every inch of her curves with your woman hungry eyes, "I have things I need to know and you are going to answer all of my questions."

"Why would I answer to you, demon spawn?" She defiantly hissed, her voice faltering to the terror in her wits.

"Because if you don't, I will have to do this."

You lift your fingers to snap them again. One of the bindings of her chest piece burst open noisily, prompting her to suddenly jolt in surprise. It was not enough to allow it to drop completely, but it was a few more bindings away from falling off.

"W-what are you-" She shouted, shaking like a leaf.

"Tut tut. Answers only." You snap your fingers again. A clasp on her tasset exploded, sending the armor piece dangling off her side to reveal a good portion of her lusciously glistening thigh to you, "Now listen very carefully. Every time you struggle or speak out of turn, you and your soldiers will lose their attire piece by piece, until there is nothing left to expose. Every time one of your soldiers does the same, I will mete out the same punishment upon you all."

"Perverted brute!" You hear one of the women warriors scream in rage.

There was an immediate outcry as you snapped without turning from your callous look at their commander. All of the women in the room had just lost their lower grieves to your magic, bearing their knees, ankles and feet. From that point on, they had made the silent decision to stop talking like they were told to, however short lived it will be. The officer was biting her bottom lip in a mix of dread, anger, anxiety and embarrassment, attempting to keep her frown apparent. She was wriggling her legs together in a vain attempt to keep her dignity, upon wish you notice only a deliciously minimal amount of fabric is hiding her womanhood from you, and you relished at your toying with them. You had attacked their pride, their most prized possession. It was exactly where it would hurt the most for their honorable yet egotistical kind. You had let them know that you could have done far worse, but you had also given them the slightest glimmer of hope that they may yet survive this encounter with you. Cooperate, or be stripped of every shred of decency before you. You had no intention of letting them go, obviously. This was but the first phase of your little game.