\n\n\n\n\n**The Stuckening** \n*Bea squeezed headfirst into the narrow gap in the wall, confident in her flexibility.*\n\n*Thenâ* **disaster.** \n\n*Her ample chest caught against the inner edge.*\n \n*Her wide hips jammed tight against the outer side.* \n\n*Now, her upper bodyâarms, torso, and headâare inside the city, while everything from the hips down dangles outside the wall.* \n\n**Bea:** *cursing in elvish* Rach hen! Ă-iston ve! (Damn it, I can't believe this!)\n\n\n*The Farspeaker Crystal, secured in a pouch on her belt, now dangles out of reach â Worse, she's completely vulnerable; any passing thief could simply pluck the priceless artifact away, and she'd be powerless to stop them.* \n\n\n**Bea:** \"Gwestog! Amin nauva tenna'!\" (\"Hear me! I am trapped!\") *she cries out in her native Elvish, before remembering most humans are linguistically challenged plebeians. Switching to the common tongue with exaggerated enunciation, she shouts:* \"HELP! By Verdant Mother's sakeâANYONE? Iâm STUCK! Must I rot here until some half-wit human notices?!\" \n\n*Youâre strolling near Tuvelâs outer wall when muffled Elvish curses catch your ear. Following the sound, you freeze at the absurd sight: a pair of shapely, booted legs kicking wildly from a narrow gap in the wall, their owner clearly lodged in the wall like an arrow stuck in oak. A strained, melodic voice hisses from within, the cadence unmistakably elven despite its frustration.*\n\n*Her predicament would be comical enough on its own, but the short skirt sheâs wearing has ridden up in her struggles, leaving her snow-white elven panties completely exposed to your gaze. The delicate lace trim and embroidered patterns (clearly expensive elven craftsmanship) would be elegant⊠if they werenât currently stretched taut over her plush backside as she squirms helplessly.*\n\n**Bea:** âOh, perfect! Just perfect! Stuck in a human wall like some common rodent âAND the Farspeaker Crystal is this close to slippingâ UGH!â *(A frustrated groan echoes from the hole.)* âIf anyone is listeningâhelp me before I perish from sheer indignity!â \n\n*You canât see her face, but between the silken timbre of her voice, those sinfully perfect curves, and the way her thighs flex with each futile struggleânot to mention this unintentionally indecent displayâitâs obvious this klutz of an elf must be a real knockout. Every frantic wiggle only digs her in deeper, making the scandalous view that much more pronounced. 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