As the sun crept over the horizon and the moonlight began to retreat, Boldasarre and Ellustrya slept peacefully in their bedroll. With her arms wrapped around him, the Dark Elf could feel his heart pulsating and his body heat warming her up. His chest rose and fell with steady rhythms as he breathed.
The upper half of her body was warm, but her bare legs were vulnerable to the nippy air. As she rose to her feet, her breeches were still pooled around her ankles, her underwear-clad form revealed. Boldasarre got a decent look at her underwear-clad buttocks - she was wearing white nylon high-cut knickers that accentuated her figure and her thighs. Her uncovered, shapely legs looked longer than ever, the thin cloth of her underwear embracing her luscious derriere. A crease formed between each cheek and a small part of their outer flesh was uncovered as the hems tapered between her legs, which was not unlike that of a white heart.
Boldasarre mulled whether he was dreaming. Ellustrya looked too beautiful to be real. His heart began to race, and he felt a fluttery sensation inside his stomach. She felt his eyes on her, and she turned to face him with a delicate smile emerging on her face.
"Good morning, Boldasarre," she yawned as she stretched her arms as far above her head as they go.
"Good moaning — I mean, good morning!" He replied awkwardly, clasping his hand over his mouth as he realized his clumsy mishap.
"My apologies, Boldasarre." She said as a minute crimson rosiness materialized on her lovely face. "Because of the rules we agreed to, I am unable to pull up my trousers. It must be terribly distracting to see me standing in my knickers first thing in the morning."
Boldasarre gulped hard as he felt his heart drumming as if trying to break free from his ribcage like a caged beast. The word 'knickers' leaving Ellustrya's lips always had that effect on him.
"N-no, it's my fault," he sputtered ungracefully. "I-I shouldn't be looking, but… I think you're really pretty!" He covered his hands over his mouth as if trying to stop the discomfiting words arising from his yap. But it was too late. Ellustrya had already heard every embarrassing word.
"You're too kind, Boldasarre," She stated with a slight rise in the pitch of her voice, clearly flattered by the boy's kind words. "But, I fear you may eventually grow tired of this sight."
"Lady Ellustrya, I could never tire of the sight of you." He said earnestly, with certainty written firmly on his face.
"That sounds a little perverted, Boldasarre Ravenshade!" She teased him, wriggling her index finger disapprovingly but not too serious way. "I think a little discipline might be in… order."
"W-What sort of discipline?" He stuttered fearfully, his eyes widening and eyebrows vaulting upwards.
She crawled on all fours straight for him, with her trousers trailing behind her feet. She perched herself on top of him and leaned over to press her lips against his.
"Your punishment: pay no attention to any woman other than me," she said. "And, you have to give me a child."
"A-a child?! Right now?" He mumbled inchorently, his jaw gaping and eyebrows leaping up.
"Not now, silly!" Ellustrya chuckled. "But sometime in the future. I want you to father my children."
"What this?" A flippant voice intrudes, causing Ellustrya to startle and thrust herself away from Boldasarre, who looked absolutely dumbfounded. "Talking about making babies so early in the morning, with your trousers down? Ellustrya, I never knew you were that kind of girl!"
"Zatrona!" Ellustrya yelped, clearly flustered. "Is it too much to ask for some privacy?"
"Oh, was I interrupting something?" Zatrona expressed, bemused. "But don't mind me. I'm not the one pancing around in public with my trousers down and undies visible to everyone."
"I am more than just a pair of knickers with legs!" Ellustrya rebutted defensively, a pout forming on her pretty, regal face.
"Then pull up your trousers." Zatrona enunciated facestiously.
"You have no right to tell me to pull up my trousers!" Ellustrya shot back, like a defiant daughter resisting her mother.
"Still ever the rebellious Princess, eh, Ellustrya?" Zatrona went on in a rather pestering manner, clearly enjoying the teasing. "First you steal from the rich to feed the poor, and now you've started some pants-down movement!"
"That was never my intention." Ellustrya retorted with conviction, a rather pleading expression on her face. "It started as a silly dare, and then… things escalated… and just spiralled out of control."
"So? How does it feel to adventure in your undies?" Zatrona asked with genuine curiosity, as if she had made up her mind about doing the same.
"Surprisingly empowering." Ellustrya responded candidly, her face solemn. "It's unlike anything I've done in all of my years."
"How interesting! I want to try it for myself!" Zatrona said with glee, with a devilish smile on her lips, her dainty hands reaching for her waistband.
"What, now?" Ellustrya replied incredulously.
"Sure! Why not?" Zatrona answered bluntly.
"Wait! Zatrona! Not in front of…"
But Ellustrya's pleas fell on deaf ears as Zatrona reached for her belt buckle, undid them, and then pulled down her yellow trousers, revealing a pair of plain white cotton high-cut briefs.
Without delay or hesitation, Ellustrya speedily covered Boldasarre's eyes as her cheeks turned a rosy pink.
"Avert your eyes, Boldasarre!" She shrieked in a panicked voice.
The Princess of the Vespyads, with her pants around her ankles and her underwear showing, as she struck a larky, frivolous pose. "Hey boy," she said as she stood there, as she looked at Boldasarre in the eyes in her undies on exhibition, "who do you think wears it better? Me, or Ellustrya?"
Fortunately for Boldasarre, his eyes were still covered by Ellustrya's elongated fingers, and he just mouthed: "I-I can't see anything!"
"You mustn't look, Boldasarre!" Ellustrya said I forbid you from ogling women other than me in their knickers!"
"Wow, this really is empowering!" Zatrona said. "Hey boy, what do you think of my butt in panties, then?"
She began to wriggle her bottom, clad in thin white cotton that formed a white triangular sheet over her buttocks which then disappeared between her legs. She then started stretching her well-proportioned legs and flexing her muscles in her underwear, as she began her squats with her trousers pooled around her heels. Her body was very athletic, yet so slender.
"Ah yeah, this makes doing stretches a whole lot easier!" Zatrona announced as Boldasarre was wondering about the spectacle right before him he was missing out on. "Hey ladies, get in here and drop your pants! You're all missing out!"
The Vespyads entered the chamber one after the other, forming a circle around the trio. They then undid their buckles and dropped their trousers, revealing their high-cut underwear in a rainbow of dyes. They all started doing squats with their pants down.
"Nothing beats doing exercise in your undies!" Zatrona expressed proudly. "Hey Princess, why not show everyone your famous dance moves?"
Ellustrya closed one eye. "What, with my trousers down and in my knickers?"
"Yeah! Do the panty dance."
Ellustrya shook her head in disbelief, but there was a hint of delight on her face as she walked to the center of the chamber, her panty-clad buttocks swaying back and forth. With her jodhpurs bunched around her ankles, she rose onto the tip-toes of one foot and lifted the other leg as high as she could. She raised her arms over her head and began to twirl on one foot, her trousers spiraling beneath her on the floor.
Boldasarre gaped in awe as Ellustrya twirled gracefully, her shimmering white underwear lit up by the lanterns all around her. The room fell silent, mesmerized by the Dark Elf's improtu performance.
"A-Amazing!" he stuttered.
"Hey boy, care to show this lady a little jig?" Zatrona proposed to him gladsomely.
Ellustrya abruptly stopped her twirl, her eyes falling on Boldasarre like a protective mother's. "Boldasarre Ravenshade will do no such thing!" Ellustrya bellowed "Not with you. He will be performing with me."
"Wait? What?!" Boldasarre exclaimed as his pupils dialted.
"Boldasarre, would you care to dance?" Ellustrya asked, outstretching her hand to him with a genuine smile. "I'd be most grateful if you would join me."
"S-sure, if that's what you want," Boldasarre said.
He hesitated for a moment before taking her hand and standing up, allowing the blankets to fall from his body. As he did, it became apparent that his own trousers were down, revealing his tighty-whities. A nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "S-sure, if that's what you want." The room erupted in cheers and laughter as the two began to dance, their awkward yet endearing movements adding to the humor and camaraderie of the moment.
"Could we have some music here and less laughter?" Ellustrya said with gravitas.
"It'll be my pleasure," Zatrona answered. She clapped her hands, and four Vespyads with two violins, a viola, and a cello entered the room and took their positions, forming a string quartet. Their pants were down, too, exposing their underwear. They then began to play a waltz in an accompaniment to their dance.
"Follow my movements carefully, Boladasarre," she instructed him, facing him with her left hand in his and her right hand on his shoulder. He did likewise. She moved in graceful patterns around the room in strides, called the box step, in a three beat pattern. Boldasarre did his best to mimic her carefully synchronized motion, barely able to keep up the pace with her.
As she pulled him closer, he noticed that his underwear was mere inches from hers. Her brilliant white briefs peeked underneath her crimson military jacket, the tie of the blue sash around her waist fluttering in the air as she twirled. One could be mistaken to be thinking that Princes was wearing a costume over a white leotard rather than being in her underwear. He became so distracted that he nearly tripped over.
"What's wrong, Boldasarre?" She asked with genuine concern. She looked down to see the shimmering white exposed under her jacket. "They're just my knickers, Boldasarre. You can look."
"Really?" He stammered.
"Of course!" She answered. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to catch a glimpse of your underpants as well. Just pretend I'm in one piece bathing suit."
Those words seem to put his mind more at ease. The pair spun around the room, flanked by clapping Vespyads, hand over each others shoulder, and holding each other's other hand, as they drew close to nearly an embrace. Boldasarre was starting to gain the hang of it.
"Good, very good, Boldasarre!" Ellustrya smiled proudly.
She lifted his arm, and she began to spin. It was a sight to behold: the couple was doing a ballroom dance with their pants around their ankles and their whites on display.
The Vespyads around the room cheered and clapped along with the beat.
"You're a fine dancer, Boldasarre," Ellustrya whispered. His cheeks then reddened.
The two continued to dance the morning away with their trousers down. As the midday sun emerged, the pair attended a banquet hosted by the Vespyads. All with their pants down.