Send Daisy in

The door flies open, and the elf women look around to see Daisy, in all of her naked glory. She flicks her hair back and strides into the room, her hips swaying like a boss, her breasts swaying like a pair of jellies on a tray. Vervix's mouth drops open.

"Malitiax?" she says. "But you're..."

"Naked?" says Daisy, looking down her nose at Vervix. "Of course I am. And seeing as how you're not, it's clear that they were right to send me."

"...I was going to say 'dead', but..." says Vervix, subconsciously crossing her hands over her tiny breasts.

"Well, I'm clearly not," said Daisy. "And it's a good thing, too. The higher-ups knew you wouldn't have the tits for this kind of job. Why don't you clear out and let a real woman handle this?"

Daisy has her chest thrust out about as far as it'll go, forcing Vervix to contemplate the great size disparity between Daisy's melons and her own. Adequately shamed but equally grateful for the out, she hustles out the door.

You'll grab her and get her clothes off before she gets far, of course.

Meanwhile, Daisy is facing the rest of the elf envoys, hands on her hips, daring them to drink in the view of her dynamite body.

"What's this?" she says in her best mean-girl voice. "All of you are too shy to get your twats out? I guess I'll be the only one impressing the sun elf princesses, then."

Keef giggles to herself and starts to bashfully undo her clothes. Kendrifer and Currant are still ****.

"Whatsa matter?" says Daisy, tugging out Currant's bandeau to take a peek at her breasts. "You padding or something?"

"Hey!" says Currant, covering her breasts. "I'm doing it, alright? I'll take off my clothes in my own time."

"Quick question for you, honey," says Daisy. "Is it true what they say about river elf chicks? Does it really bring good luck to pinch their nipples?"

"I've..." Currant crosses her hands over her bandeau. "...never heard that one before."

"Maybe it was nibbling them," says Daisy with a shrug. "Whatever. I'll try both, to be safe."

She turns her attention to Kendrifer, while Currant tries to work up the guts to pop her top off. The moon elf stands with her arms crossed, visibly refusing to strip.

Daisy steps up to her, close enough to flatten her own chest against the moon elf's. Licking her lips, she traces a finger up and down Kendrifer's jawline.

"You know," Daisy says, "I used to have a moon elf chambermaid. I would make her clean naked, and spanked her with a spatula whenever she got mouthy. And she got mouthy a lot."

Leaning in, Daisy breathes into Kendrifer's ear: "I miss my little moon elf."

Kendrifer swallows, staring wide-eyed at the dark elf.

"So, what's it gonna be, my purple plaything?" says Daisy. "Are you going to undress yourself, or do you want a little help?"