Going to dinner

After Morgala's extended soak and Thurkla and Taykov's second shower (to wash off the sweat and cum from the first shower), the three women were treated to a gentle wind spell from the sprites to dry them off. As the water droplets flowed out of their hair and off their now sparkling skin, Morgala found herself staring hungrily at Thurkla. The forewoman's teasing had frustrated her more than she admitted, and despite having just finished her relaxing bath, she couldn't help but stare hungrily at her girlfriend's wonderful body. She wanted to climb her rippling abs and rock hard thighs like a tree trunk to get to the sweet fruit taste on her tongue. It seemed with every passing hour, the once perpetually stifled elf was growing more in love with the orcish beauty she'd been blessed to meet.

Morgala's gaze also lingered on Taykov, who'd finally started to open herself up to her companions, both emotionally and physically. Morgala had picked up on her dwarf friend's insecurities about her height, competence, and lack of body hair, and now that they had gotten a bit closer, she wondered if there was something she could do about it. It would be better for all of them if Taykov could be a little happier with herself, even in their current circumstances.

The trio slipped on their boots and grabbed their hats. It didn't feel very clean of them to immediately put their dirty work boots on after washing up, but the alternative was walking through the underground tunnels barefoot, which would have been even less clean. "Bye, peachies!" Airy called after them. "Come back soon! You get really dirty, so you'll need a lot of cleaning!" Taykov and Thurkla blushed, knowing exactly what the sprite meant.

Bralite had already gone to the elevator and left for the dining room, but Emmy was kind enough to tell her three charges where to go to follow her. As they walked away, Morgala noticed Emmy's messy hair and unbuttoned work shirt, and figured she and Bralite had been getting dirty while they were getting clean.

The elevator ride was somewhat less cramped with only three people, though there was still a lot of squirming and squishing against each other in a decidedly less sexy way than when they were showering. Morgala resisted the urge to cream herself as Taykov's bare thigh brushed dangerously close to her pussy, and wondered if the sprites had done something to make her more sensitive down there. She couldn't just be so horny and slutty that she'd cum at the briefest touch of skin, right?

The elevator dinged as the doors opened to the dining area. As the naked trio exited the lift, they all shared a simultaneous realization: they were still naked. Or more specifically, they were still naked at a time when everyone else was unlikely to be. Sure, they didn't have a choice, as they had no clothing to their names, but they were about to enter a room filled with tough, brutish dwarf ladies who were going to be much more dressed than they were. "Hey, um," Thurkla whispered, "do you think we should skip the dining room? I'm a little nervous about being nakey with a bunch of strangers."

Before Taykov and Morgala could answer, all three of their stomachs growled like angry beasts. They'd been working hard all day, and their tummies were running on empty (especially Morgala, who wasn't used to the kind of rigourous labor as the other two). That was answer enough that they couldn't just skip a meal, no matter how embarrassing it was. "W-well," Taykov stuttered, "maybe not everyone will be dressed, you know? It might be too much trouble to put clothes back on after work just to eat and then go to bed, you know?"

"Y-yeah," Morgala added, feeling more confident. "And it's not like they haven't s-seen us already." She could see Thurkla blush at that. "And we're all women at the end of the day. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Thurkla nodded slowly. Morgala was the most self-conscious of her body out of the three of them, so if she could muster the strength to walk into a crowded dining hall naked, so could Thurkla. It didn't mean she wasn't still shivering at the thought (or possibly the cold of the cavern), and all three women were sporting rosey blushes on their cheeks. Oh, and their faces, too.

"I guess we're going then." Taking a collective gulp, the nudie cuties walked hand-in-hand through the large wooden doors leading to the dining hall.