Take Laranelle's underwear

Without even dropping the naked elf over your shoulder, you stride up to the priestess and grab her between the bra cups. One good yank, and you've got her struggling to keep her jumbo-sized plush toys contained. She's got big, round, pink-nippled breasts, and they're definitely a two-arm job to cover.

While she busies herself with her tits, you rip her panties off of her body, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. She screams and tries to make a run for it, but you grab her by the breast to haul her back up on the alter. You and Daisy turn her upside-down and give her body a thorough investigation, right there in front of her congregation.

"This must be quite a treat, folks!" says Daisy. "You've got two sun elf women in town, and you're getting to see both of them naked at the same time! Now you're all familiar with both the large-breasted and flat-breasted sun elf models!"

"Unfortunately, neither is the sun elf we're looking for," you conclude, applying your stamp to Laranelle's wide-load butt. "We're going to need to keep searching! Hey, do you girls know of where we could find some more of your stripe? Some kind of area sun-elf-meetup place?"

"We'll never tell you!" says Flora.

"Well, maybe there's some fun way we could encourage you to talk!" says Daisy with a giggle.