Process the river elves

Back at the office, Nali's got two of the river elves locked in a cell. The third one, the yellow-haired C-cup with the muscular ass, is standing naked in front of her desk, arms folded over her breasts, while the chief looks her over. She finds the "Stripped by the Panty Raider" stamp on her ass and laughs.

"Same old stamp, eh Raider?" she says. "You know, you can still make out the letters on my booty. It's as if that ink is enchanted to wear off shortly before your next stripping, and it knew that I wouldn't get stripped anytime soon."

"We should check to see if it's still there," you remark.

"Oh, you..." she laughs again. "Okay. Miss..."

"Willow," says the river elf.

"Miss Willow," says Nali. "I don't want to have to look after your asses, so here's the deal: We're going to release the three of you to go back to the river elf city, and you'll be taking Raider and Daisy with you."

"No deal," says Willow. "His kind is not welcome among the river elves, nor is the dark elf. We river elves have a proud tradition of--"

Nali immediately gets sick of that speech and shuts her up by dumping her coffee into Willow's cleavage. It's not hot enough to hurt anymore, but it gets the elf's attention.

"You can either lead him there willingly, or you can leave here with your hands tied behind your backs and your ankles bound by a one-foot lead. It'll take longer, of course, but you won't be able to avoid letting Raider follow you. And I imagine the latter option will let a lot more people get a look at your goods."

"You're not making us leave here naked, are you?"

"Well, yeah. And you can tell your people that it's open season on river elf women on our land: Anyone who brings in a river elf top or a river elf bottom gets two silver, five for both. So, what's it gonna be?"