Violet tries to help her friend, gets in trouble instead.

“I’ll get you down,” Violet yelled, hidden between the varieties of tanks that the machine used. Pushing her flowing hair away from her eyes, Violet sprinted towards the hanging rack… just as the tank holding the slime busted open. A tsunami of the liquid washed over Violet before she could even squeal.

The embroiled skirt that the elegant elf wore disintegrated to shreds as the tidal wave carried her forward. As soon as her dainty feet regained shaky footing, Violet took one look at her springy body; there was nothing left over her porcelain skin. She shrieked, she could not help herself.

“Sorry, Orchid, I’ll come help when I’m decent.” At least her naked friend served as a distraction. Clutching her pale nipples in each hand and giving a little prayer, Orchid tried to tiptoe away from the crowd. Hopefully, she could slink back into her room undetected. Her plan was short-lived.

One of the pipes that carried the superglue (formerly, the cleaning formula) exploded from the pressure, as its holding tank was now gone. The unprocessed, transparent glue hit Violet straight in her modest chest with the strength of a fireman’s hose, sending her tumbling backward towards the spinning water mill.

“Ahhh! Help me!” Violet screamed as she tried in vain to move her arms. To her misfortune, the elegant elf got glued to the spinning cylinder of the mill, her arms and legs splayed apart, every part of her anatomy laid bare for the crowd. Sadly, not even the glue was of any use, it was completely transparent in its unrefined state.

At the speed of the current, the mill spun, carrying the naked woman around and around. Without any way to get free, Violet was on quite the ride.

At the apex of the rotation, everyone on the meadow could see Violet and vice versa. Every spin, she heard catcalls, along with people gawking at her hairless womanhood, or even a brave soul complimenting her cute belly button. It was enough to make her curl her toes every time.

At the nadir, Violet would get a not very refreshing dip into the cold water that gave her goosebumps and made her peachy nipples stand firm enough to cut diamonds. She didn’t know which part she hated more, it changed from spin to spin.

“Well, this is another fine pyrrhic victory,” Taggie whispered from behind the malfunctioning contraption.

“Shouldn’t we help them?“ Delphi replied.