Try your hand at teaching

The next day you're up at the blackboard of your favorite classroom, writing "Mr. Panty Raider" in chalk. A room full of bemused students watch you silently. You're barely through before the door opens and Morrigan Twilign enters.

Morrigan is the usual teacher in this room. Her specialty is combative magic, coming as she does from an adventuring background. She's a powerful elf woman with deep blue hair cut close to the sides of her head, fierce blue eyes, and legs that go on into next week. She's dressed in a pair of breeches that hug her muscular butt nicely, and a thick, padded vest that completely conceals her breasts. You suspect that she's purposefully trying to keep everyone from seeing how stacked she is. Fortunately, you have a nose for such things, and she smells like a D-cup.

"Raider!" she says. "What are you doing?"

"Hello, Miss Twilign," you say professionally. "Haven't you heard? I'll be joining the faculty today."

"Stop joking around and get out. My class is about to start."

"I've got this one. But stick around, I would appreciate your help in today's lesson."

"I'm not playing this game with you, Raider. You are going to get out of my classroom, or..."

She trails off when she sees what you're writing on the board: "Elf Pussies: What do they Look like? Part 1."

"Over the course of the coming months, I'll be stripping a series of elf women to familiarize the students with the seventeen different types of elf pussy, after which we will have a comprehensive review and final exam. I thought we'd start with you, since I'm pretty sure you have an AB-type, which is the hardest to find."

She folds her arms and scowls at you. "You've never seen my... crotch. What makes you think you know what it looks like?"

"I have a sense of these things," you say.

"Raider, I've just about had it with your nonsense."

"For example..." You lean towards the elf woman and take a couple of sniffs. "I'd bet you're currently wearing a plain white pair of underpants with a picture of a cat on the butt."

Morrigan's eyes widen just a little bit, her cheeks going just a little bit pink. She looks quickly at the students, then back at you. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Am I wrong?" you say. "If I'm wrong, I'll leave right now."

"No, you're going to leave now, because I'm telling you to."

"So I'm not wrong."

Morrigan veritably growls at you, her hand going to her belt. She pulls out a playing card, which you recognize as her fetish. It looks like things are about to get serious.

Time to strip an elf.