"Heavens, these undergarments are utterly degrading! What twisted debauchee would dare offer this objectifying garb to a lady?" Princess Nathesa tugs on her lacy white panties, bemoaning its delicately thin fabric. Paired with her low-cut white bra, Nathesa had never worn something so revealing. "It's just underwear." Dryly responds Princess Khylae as she brushes her long silver hair with a wooden comb. Khylae wears a tight black bra and panties, her pink areolae just barely peeking out over the bra. "Can't handle a bit of fabric, human?" As Nathesa sneers over the rude remark, the room suddenly turns darker, the sun having finally settled over Castle Landia. "The 'Princess Perversion Showdown'...what an absurd and humiliating tradition! These Landian men are pigs. Pigs!" pouts Nathesa. "I don't mind." Lies Khylae in response. "I'm not scared of losing...like you." Nathesa gasps, offended. "I beg your pardon, elf!? Scared? I AM N-" Nathesa pauses mid-sentence, noticing your sudden presence. Her hands instinctively cover her most intimate areas. "King You." Snarls Nathesa through gritted teeth. "How...pleasant...it is...to finally acquaint with you." Khylae stays still and silent, her brilliant green eyes fixed on you, internally planning her next move.