The twins drag Ling down the dark corridors. The pink one, holding Ling's left arm, barely keeping herself from giggling. He sister, on the other hand, is equally attempting to conceal her anxiety.
"Ya don't have to," says Ling, "If ya don't want to." With purple's confused grunt, Ling continues, "I know my daughter put ya up to this."
"What? No," says the anxious twin, "I'm honored to be here tonight."
"Pinky," says Ling, turning her head, "What're we going to do tonight?"
"You're going to eat me," says the giggly twin in a raw raspy voice, then she growls, "then I'm going to eat you."
"Beauty," says Ling, turning back, "See, your sister's got a good time planned."
"I'm not going to leave this to her alone," says the lighter voiced twin, as a maid spots the trio and darts off.
"But sister, Natya will be-"
"Not there."
"Do ya two have a pair of doors to be guarding?" asks Ling, her tail wiggling its way out from her robe, "Pinky, if I asked your sister what ya would say your name is, what would she say?"
"What are you talking about?" asks the purple one, as her sister attempts to decode the question.
"Naleemi," she says, "She would call me my name." She giggles. "Sister, what would the doctor say if-"
"We're not playing this game," interrupts her sister, "and to save you time, Dr., I am Nataki."
"Nice to meet ya, Nataki," says Ling. "Glad ya can answer honestly. Now, how many are waiting for us?"
"None," says Nataki, "It's j-"
Ling slaps Nataki's butt with her tail. "Who's Natya, Naleemi?"
"She's my girlfriend," giggles Naleemi, "She's so smart. She's always planning."
"She's always scheming," mutters Nataki.
"Where's she from?"
"The North Pole!" shouts Naleemi as the twins drag Ling around a corner. "Sister's friend, Emera is from up north too."
"Solar elves?"
"Nyata is," says Naleemi, as the group reaches their destination, "Emera is a northern tree elf."
"The proper names are the horakty and the osisi," chides Nataki, opening the door into a dark bedroom. A pair of elven figures are barely visible within.
"I told you before," says a tanned elf clad in a yellow outfit otherwise identical to the twins (unlike they're bun, her hair is cut like a long bob), "if I killed your loser boyfriend, I'd be rubbing your filthy nose in it. I tell you all about how pathetically he died." She twirls a bladed tonfa. "But I didn't and I know you're only blaming me because your jealous that I'm with a princess while you hold your tongue, waiting for-"
"Jealous of a snake like you?" yells a green-clad elf of far darker complexion, her hair braided to her knees. "Princess Nataki is my friend. Friendship, have you heard of it? Is that concept too alien to you. Exploiting Naleemi is going to-"
"Friendship? Friendship, again?"
"Lmaoth, help me," mutters Nataki, as Naleemi clears her throat.
"G'day" says Ling, "Nyata and Emera, I presume."