You find a tavern for the night

"Flush!" you say, tossing your cards down on the table.

This gets a cheer from the other tavern patrons who have taken up places around you to watch the game unfold. Daisy, once again divested of her cover, gives you a peck on the cheek. The only one in the room who doesn't seem as excited is your opponent.

You grin across the table at her. She's a fetching moon elf woman with pale, purple skin, a mane of indigo hair, and sharp white sigils tattooed throughout her body. Her head sags and her cheeks flush when she sees your cards, but she's got a grin on her face that speaks of the good-sportsmanship you saw in her when you first met. You knew you liked her the moment you saw her, and this is why you elected to afford her the dignity of taking her own clothes off.

"Okay, okay," she says to the crowd. "Turn around, fellas. You all don't need to see ol' Banti in the altogether."

"I think you'll find that they do," you say.

"Kid, come on," says Banti. "I know these guys. Let me keep a few secrets from 'em."

"They can see your girl goods now, or they can see them later when you hit the road. Remember, you're not getting your clothes back after this, and I daresay your luggage is too light for a second set."

This gets another rumble of approval from the crowd. Banti blushes a bit darker, her grin only widening.

"You're really gonna make me do this, aren't ya?"

"If you're a woman of honor, I won't have to. Fairly warned: If it turns out you're not a woman of honor, this is going to get a lot more embarrassing for you."

"Well, I'm not gonna beg. But I swear, if I catch anyone taking pictures, you're dead."

The tavern starts clapping in unison, giving her a beat to strip to. She laughs it off and hops up on the table, bravely shedding her moon elf armor. She's a magnificent creature, with a lean pair of breasts but a warrior's build that would be fun to roll around with in the hay. In a minute she's down to a plain black bra and panties, the former of which she deftly removes while keeping her free hand over her nipples. She swings the garment around over her head a few times and tosses it to the crowd.

"Hold on," you say. "I need to de-panty you myself, or I can't get any magic out of them."

"Yikes," she says. "And that won't be totally humiliating, I'm sure."

"You'll recover," you say, getting up on the table with her and putting a hand on either side of her panties. "Shall we count down the last second before everyone finds out what your vagina looks like?"

"Just get it over with."

"Three..." you count, quickly joined by the rest of the room. "Two... one!"

Down go Banti's panties. Out comes your stamp to mark her butt "Stripped by the Panty Raider". She breaks into a fit of embarrassed giggles as she tries to decide on which parts of her body to cover. It's a bit of a moot point, of course, since the full-body inspection that you and Daisy give her leaves nothing to the imagination. With all the tattoos she has, you'll have to be all the more meticulous.

"Bad news," says Daisy, giving her buttocks one last check. "Looks like you're not a Princess of Destiny."

"Hot dog," says Banti. She dusts herself off, crosses her hands over her breasts, and sits down to finish her ale. "So, this is what you guys do, then? Go around stripping moon elf chicks?"

"All elves, actually," you say. "We've got to find one princess of each type."

"Though I was really hoping we'd luck out and find the moon princess in you," says Daisy. "You moon elves are so hard to find, after all."

"Well, maybe I can help you," Banti says.

"You mean it?"

"Sure! If I had to flash my bits to everyone, why shouldn't all my moon sisters?"