Peaches knew better than to leave the room yet.
And now that she could see straight, the room was even odder than she thought.
The window was intact, including its bright green shutter, for some reason, despite her definitely being flung through it hard enough that she still felt her back aching from breaking the through shutter before.
But there wasn’t even a single scratch on that elven green paint.
And it was that bright elven green that made plenty of human go jealous since humans hadn’t figured out a way to dye their clothing a fresh healthy green. Peaches only went with pink when inside towns and cities with plenty of nonelves, since this bright solid pink was just as hard for humans to get right. Their pink was far more pale and weak and pathetic.
But the magical pocket in her bra top held a minidress outfit with the more tradition elven green too. Less slutty but more than slutty enough to draw those rapeholic orcs into a drooling frenzy.
And maybe even Roo into going stupid with lust again for her.
Bu the wall didn’t show a sign of damage either. It was pure solid stone.
Not bricks, no, but a solid chiseled thick and crazy sleek wall of granite.
Impossible.
Half-timber houses didn’t use such large sleek chucks of rock. They used small bricks. She knew that much from her time with Roo back as a little kid.
The walls were so sleek they practically shined from the fairy lights hanging from the dome of a ceiling. And yes, the ceiling was like a chapel dome.
With buttresses on the inside.
The smell, not of plaster or wood, or even any watery anything, but that lemonade musk of Sunshine, and her own peaches and cream, and just stale drafty air. Enough to make her want to shiver.
In one corner of the room, nearly up against the sleek wall of stone, was a bed with a roof and plenty of curtains. All as ruby red as her bra top, and several times as silky and transparent.
Underneath the covers … a large lump. In the shape of a person no less.
By the end of the bed, Peaches stood tall over Sunshine. Tucking her tight and comfortable against the bedpost. Sunshine was such a pretty elf girl. Enough that Peaches didn’t want Roo to catch her and insist on Sunshine being his other elf girl familiar. Sunshine didn’t know Roo and despised humans as much as the usual elf girl nowadays.
As much as Peaches did before Roo … reminded her of … being more … openminded.
In a sense.
(But she still wanted to slap Roo silly for ordering her around like some genie.)
((Not telling if he’d genie Sunshine. What if … no, how much did he change? He didn’t genie Ruby and … nonono. Better be careful. Sunshine never even dated anyone. The elf guys never say any good in her so … and she was too rabbity to even flirt with any guy from another race.))
Worse, Sunshine was in a similar minidress as Peaches, except it was the traditional bright green, as in key lime pie they both really really loved, and the minidress, like Peaches other minidress, just like Peaches’ tradition outfit, had the suggestive wide notch down to her waist, and many, many tight-to-the-breaking ruby ties, and that ruby heart bra top on her sizable chest, even if a size smaller than Peaches, ugh, even green thigh boots and elbow gloves with more ruby hearts lined up along them. Each heart could be removed and used as daggers, the hand-to-hand or throwing type, and the throwing type would magically find and hit its target too.
And … hmmm, she had time and … her witch sense didn’t detect danger, and this room was private and …
Peaches slipped out of her current getup. Slipped into her tradition elven outfit. Just like Sunshine was in, and wow, did she feel more … elven already.
Less … shitty about going familiar for stupid Roo.
But … for some reason … she felt a tug upward. It was as gentle as a spider web caught in her face, and how did she love that feeling, and hope she got a free spider meal for it.
Thank the Oak of Ages elves were immune to most poisons, especially spider poisons, or else she so would of died a few times from eating spiders as a little brat.
And as a more grown brat.
But she loved how crunch on the outside, gooey on the inside they were and … sigh.
Not now.
Sunshine whimpered awake. “Peaches … you … phew. I think … I died … again.”
“That painful?” Peaches said, “Sorry, but Rouge had you good.”
“I know,” Sunshine said, and struggled to stand up, but she managed it.
Trembled a bit, but stayed on her feet.
“Time to take her down, right?” Sunshine said.
“Right,” Peaches said.
“I call Ruby Reaper this time too,” Sunshine said.
Sunshine even giggled. “Her death shall be mine!”
Peaches didn’t know what to say. Yet.
Except to nod.
“Let’s head up,” she said, and hoped for the best.