Exactly how we want

Silvia tries to win back the crowd by dancing ever more lewdly.

She tosses her hat into the crowd and doffs her thin, transparent robe. She's utterly exposed now, showing every inch of her bare, exotic beauty, save for her pastie-covered nipples.

She redoubles her dancing, gyrating, bucking her hips, twerking like a woman possessed, but despite her immense talent, she is finding it extremely difficult to draw any eyes away from the lewd moaning and writhing of Hilda.

That... that... human!

The incensed drow thinks to herself as her whole naked body glistens with a sheen of sweet smelling sweat.

I'm offering these fools a fine wine, but they're content with simple beer!

The little drow huffs and pouts as she leers at her human competition.

Hilda's eyes are closed now, as her hands wander about her bare body. She sighs and squeaks as her hands tweak at her nipples, making her whole body shudder in pleasure.

Silvia looks upon her with a mix of jealousy and... something else as she watches the knight sensually tease her body to this pack of ravenous wolves.

Just because she's a big fat cow! That's why they like her! These simple fools will settle for anything as long as it's heavy and fat enough!

But even as she thinks those words, the feisty dark elf feels a fire building in her belly. Her breathing grows ragged and her lovely ears start to twitch. She thoughtlessly bites down on her lip as her own hands start to wander.

If... if that's what these rubes want, then... then I'll show them what a drow can do!

Silvia squats on stage, her legs spread wide as her hand creeps ever closer to her own fragrant, juice-dribbling snatch.