"Heavens, these undergarments are utterly degrading! What twisted debauchee would dare offer this wretched 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 two princesses sit in the queen's bedchamber, an opulent bedroom befitting the ruler of the richest kingdom in the lands. Immaculate stonework decorates the walls and ceiling, while colorful and expensive furniture adorns the spacious floor. At the center of the room is the main attraction tonight - a large bed, fit for a queen...and perhaps a guest or two. "The 'Princess Perversion Showdown'...what an absurd and humiliating tradition! These Landian's bring shame upon us decent maidens. Shame!" pouts Nathesa. "I don't mind." Lies Khylae in response. Khylae did, in fact, mind, but she wasn't planning to let it show. "I'm not scared of losing...like you." Nathesa gasps, offended at the insinuation that royalty like her would ever betray her nerves. "I beg your pardon, elf!? Scared? I AM N-" Nathesa pauses mid-sentence, noticing the sudden presence of a figure: Queen You. Nathesa's hands instinctively cover her most intimate areas in an attempt to hide her almost bare form. "Queen You." Snarls Nathesa through gritted teeth. "How...pleasant...it is...to finally acquaint with you." Khylae stays still and silent, internally planning her next move.