"What is the meaning of this?" Roana bellowed, walking backstage with her hand on her hilt. "It's you two again! I won't allow you to sabotage the presentation!"
The elf unsheathed her blade, which caught fire as soon as it was held aloft. Yoshio stepped up, smiling. "Oh, finally! This quest was super boring!"
Steel sang across the market as the two engaged in a duel. Their weapons clanged again and again in an onslaught of parries and slashes.
Such a flurry drew the attention of the public, which began to move towards the duel to spectate.
"Err, guys… this is fun and all, but…" Petunia raised her weapon. "D-does anyone still want to see me fire this thing or-"
"I'll be taking my dress back, thank you." As the fight raged on, Peonie scooted next to Min.
"Urgh…" Yoshio was knocked back, his shirt burning to cinders with the flame of the elf's blade. "Your sword sings, but let's see if that spark can survive a hurricane!"
The adventurer planted his sword on the ground, tumultuous winds flowing across the whole market. Vases were thrown aside, skirts were raised, and two fishing lines began to spin… right around Min and Peonie.
The lines acted like ropes, digging into each of the adventurers' skin and binding them together in an intimate embrace. Peonie's ample bosom pushed aside Min's comparatively smaller chest, their legs pressed together with their crotches almost interlocking.
No longer able to hold balance, both naked girls fell. Dirt clung to their sides as they hit the ground, powerless to do anything but groan and waggle their feet in their bound state.
"Godammit," Min said, her tongue tasting an accidental mouthful of silky hair.
"Goddess damn it, Min," Peonie replied, her lips caressing Min's cheeks as she talked.
"Get off my back."
"I literally can't."
The battle raged on beside them. Roana pushed against the wind to charge, the flames of her sword flickering in the storm.
"Well, bright side, at least no one is looking at us, right?" Min said.
"Look, some eye-candy on the side to go with the main course!" A baked pointed at the two naked women, who began squirming in their binds.
"Oh come on!" Peonie yelled as she thrased about.
"Oh boy, here comes the peanut gallery… Err, s-sorry about dragging you into this mess."
"If you are sorry, put yourself in front of the public so they see your ass instead!"
Peonie rolled on the ground, putting Min's cheeky behind between her and most of the crowd. "Fine… I guess this is fair…" Min pouted, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against Peonie's, their noses accidentally nuzzling each other.
"THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH!" Roana yelled, her sword glowing with fiery magic.
"HAH. LET ME SHOW YOU MY ULTIMATE THEN!" Yoshio replied, the hurricane intensifying around his blade.
Both combatants charged forward, swinging their swords for one last strike. Their steel met between them, stuck in a clash. Their swords hissing as they scraped until-
An explosion of light. Yoshio was sent flying back towards the windmill, where he caught one of the blades to stop his momentum. Roana, meanwhile, flew right over the main square, smacking the post in front of the pillory with her back.
The crowd remained dumbfounded.
"So, who won?" One of them asked.
"A tie?" another replied…
"No. Look at him!" Roana yelled, stammering to her feet.
A small cinder on Yoshio's pants expanded until the whole thing turned to ash, leaving naught but soot over his exposed genitalia. A blush appeared on his cheeks, and the adventurer scrambled to hide behind the windmill's moving cloth.
Roana laughed, followed by the crowd. Yoshio poked his head up and glared at the elf. "You think that's funny, elf? How about you look down at yourself before mocking other people?"
"What do you m-eep!" The elf's armor rattled and clanged. One by one, each piece fell apart. Her greaves splat like bananas, her pants fell down her legs, the pauldrons clanged as they hit the mud, the breastplate sliding down her body.
Most vexingly of all, even Roana's underclothes were cut to smithereens somehow. The elf stood aghast, looking at the metal armor pooling around below her athletic legs. Her fiery nipples stood proud over her ample bosom, only a little peek of the fiery jungle on her womanhood visible from between them.
There was no doubt. Roana had been rendered completely naked as well.
As the crowd turned their mockery towards the elf, a fire burned her ears. Only one question sprang to mind.
"How did you do this?" The elf roared, crossing her arms over her breasts. "You can't cut armor with that dull metal stick you call a sword!"
"Haha! I learned a few tricks from the naked clown over there!" Yoshio replied.
"Fuck off!" Min yelled back.
"And to add insult to injury…" Yoshio poked his head above the spinning blade. He drew in as much air as his lungs could hold and blew it all in a mighty gale that pushed Roana.
The elf tumbled, tripping on her feet. She dropped backward, spinning her arms around to try and find some equilibrium.
Roana's fall was cut short as her head and hands were stopped by the open arms of the pillory, which closed shut as soon as she was back inside.
The elf was trapped in the stocks… the wrong way around. With her head seeing the sky and her body arched like it was midway into a yoga pose. "No! Come on!"
"Haha, who's the winner now, loser?" Yoshio yelled.
"Argh, this is so uncomfortable…" Roana said, her feet skittering on the ground as they struggled to find some comfortable leverage. Her round breasts were aimed towards the sky, her lower lips half-open as she presented them to…
To the whole market, who was more than happy to gawk and compare elven anatomy to human anatomy. So far, despite their best observations, there wasn't any perceptible difference between the female genitalia of both species.
Roana closed her eyes, a powerful shiver running across her whole spine. "…and demeaning."
"Now that's what I call a duel," a baker said.
"Yeah, that's better than the show the Royal Jester put for the royal audiences."
"Why did we come here again?"
"C-can I please fire my metal bit thrower now?" Petunia said, raising her hand. The crowd finally turned back towards her.