Tell the story of your first panty-raiding

"Let me tell you about when I first met Raider," you say. "Back then I was just an assassin down in the nearby dark elf city..."

You woke up early that day, a new assignment having come in from the top just the night before. You didn't know who the target was, or who wanted him dead, or why. All you were given was a picture, a location, and a warning about how dangerous he was. You didn't care. You were Malitiax, the deadliest assassin in the underground.

Today would call for your best gear. You pulled on your lucky panties, a plain white pair with a picture of a daisy on the butt. You then spent several minutes wrapping up your over-generous breasts so that they wouldn't get in your way at a crucial moment. It took another forty minutes to assemble the rest of your clothing and armor. Gearing up always took a long time, but it was worthwhile to have the most impenetrable outfit available to dark elf-kind.

Getting into the Underground Academy was the easy part. Finding your target would prove more difficult. You found an out-of-the-way closet that didn't seem to get a lot of traffic, then suspended yourself against the ceiling by bracing your feet against either wall in an impressive split. There you would go through the process of setting up your Tracker Eye, a near-invisible scout that would scan the student body for a match of the picture you were given. Things are going well until somebody bursts into the closet and shuts the door behind her.

You waste no time in dropping down upon your intruder and pinning her against the wall. Your first thought is to silence her for good. Your second thought is to question her about your target. Your third thought is the one you actually voice:

"...Why are you in your panties?" you say.

"He's after me!" says the girl, a rosy ginger elf with a very nice pair of breasts. "You've got to loan me something! This is the last pair I have left!"

"Who?" you says. "What? Last pair of which?"

"Dammit, all the guys in my math class saw my tits! If they get to see the rest of me..."

"What are you talking about?"

The door pops open again and the girl is snatched away from you by her panties. You watch, bewildered, as the new intruder hoists the frantic elf up in an impressive wedgie, takes her by the breast, and, in one dramatic flourish, yanks her out of her final garment. The girl screams over the cheer she receives, grabs her vagina with both hands, and runs away, her freckled ass jiggling invitingly with every step.

"Hey, everyone!" says Raider. "Look at this! A dark elf girl, and she's super-cute!"

You look from him down to the picture you were given. This is definitely your target. Before you can act, he has you by the forearm.

"Who wants to see what a dark elf looks like naked?"