The Elven Beach Volleyball Megaplex

"Can't we just go somewhere private?" says Jig-Jug. She yelps and grabs her ass upon hearing someone snap a picture of her backside.

"That might count as home-invasion," says Daisy.

"Okay, public, but 'private'!" says Jig-Jug.

"I'm going to need more specifics," says Daisy. She's clearly enjoying watching the curvaceous elf grow redder and redder in the face.

"Is there a place where there are only other women?" says Jig-Jug. She just misses catching her own boobs again before another opportunistic shutterbug grabs a shot. "Preferably elf women?"

Daisy clucks her tongue. "Jiggy, I'm surprised at you. Surely you don't subscribe to that old prejudice that only elf women should get to see other elf women naked!"

"That actually does give me a good idea, though," you remark.

"Fine," says Daisy. "But I get to swat her big ol' booty once, because otherwise she'll never learn."

Down by the ocean shore of Pantropolis is the Elven Beach Volleyball Megaplex, a place where elf women from around the globe flock to compete in the finest of bikini-based sports. As everyone knows, elf chicks friggin' love beach volleyball, almost as much as they love their own beauty. They therefore created a space where they can safely assemble in their hottest beachwear and jiggle their way to proving which elves are the best at this elven Game of Games.

All types of elves are welcome here, though there are two that, owing to a general aversion to the sun, never get to compete. These are, of course, the arctic elves, and the dark elves. So Daisy and Jig-Jug are quite the anomalies.

You appear in the middle of a training match between a pair of busty purple moon elves and petite jade elves, each one clad in sporty, highly over-designed bikinis. Their confusion at seeing a pair of naked women is quickly eclipsed by their horror at seeing you in their presence. As one, they shield their cleavage, cover their ass-grooves, and retreat to find shelter.

"It must be exhausting to be like that," says Daisy. "Anyway, this is called a beach. It's a lot like the artic, except that everything is hot and made out of sand. And all the girls here run around in tiny garments called bikinis, so you should feel a little less out-of-place."

"It's... better," Jig-Jug admits. She looks over her shoulder to meet eyes with a leggy fire elf in a thong bikini, who nearly coughs up her popsicle and runs away when she sees you. "It still would be better if we weren't the only naked ones, though."

"Oh, don't you worry about that," says Daisy. "Raider will make short work of these cuties in suities. But first, we should protect that alabaster skin of yours. Shall we find the oiling tent?"