Hilda and Salza

Salza leads Hilda out of the common area of the tavern and through a door marked 'private' and into a room with... surprisingly bright and cheery colors.

"Let me get those," Salza says as she unties the ropes binding Hilda's hands with the efficiency of an expert and then tosses them aside.

Hilda sighs in relief as she's finally able to stretch and flex her aching muscles once more.

"You poor thing," Salza sensually says as she runs her hands along Hilda's exposed body, causing the human to tense up once more. "I didn't think things were going to get so rough for you." A twinge of genuine... concern(?) is in the dark elf's voice as she starts to massage the human's neck with impressive skill. "Can you forgive me?"

"I..." Hilda stammers, feeling more than a little confused by this woman's change in tone and personality. A few hours ago this dark elf was cruelly spanking and humiliating her in front of a massive crowd. "I guess..."

"You don't sound convinced," Salza says as she continues to massage Hilda's shoulders. "I... I understand. I mean, I... I was pretty mean to you before."

"Y-yeah..." Hilda mutters, her face blushing and her pussy getting a little wet as she relives that spanking, and remembers all the lusty looks she got from the other bar patrons.

Salza stops massaging Hilda and turns her around to face her. The dark elf's lips are quivering and it looks like she's about to cry. She takes Hilda gently by the hand and leads the confused looking knight over to a pastel colored love seat in the corner of the room and sits down.

"I'm... I'm sorry!" Salza says, with genuine regret as her voice starts to crack. "It's just... people see a dark elf, and they expect a show, you know?" Tears starts to stream down her face from her one remaining eye. "They think we're all cruel, bondage-crazy bitches!"

Hilda looks at Salza in utter confusion.

What the heck is going on here?

"Oh gods!" *SNIFF* "Now I'm crying!" Salza says as she wipes the first of many tears from her eye.

Hilda's maternal instincts kick in and she sits down next to the weepy woman. "Pl-please, don't cry!" The human says a little frantically.

Hilda liked to think of herself as a rather stoic warrior (she wasn't really), but after the day she had had, she was feeling pretty **** too. "If... if you keep crying, I'm gonna start crying too!" Hilda says as her own voice cracks and she fights to keep her own waterworks at bay.

Salza tries to wink back her tears, and then lunges forward, burying her head between Hilda's exposed breasts as she starts hugging the human.

Hilda blushes crimson as she awkwardly pats the drow's head, running her fingers through the elf woman's beautiful in an effort to comfort her.

"Oh gods! What must you think of me? I... I was so awful to you!" Salza weeps, her words muffled by Hilda's ample bosom.

"Hey... come one, it's ok," Hilda says as her own tears now freely flow. "I... I forgive you..."

Salza pulls her head out from between the human's soft mounds. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and wet with sorrow. The two women look deeply into each others red, puffy eyes (well, eye in Salza's case). They each take hold of the other woman as they share an intimate moment of pure, naked, complete understanding.

They don't need to talk. The looks on their faces tells each of them everything there is to know about the other in an instant.