If they can't, it wont be for a lack of presentation

The music starts and each girl begins to dance and gyrate at separate ends of the stage.

The crowd goes wild as Maggalla gives each of the women their outrageous introduction.

"From the depths of the underdark, comes a slut so naughty, the drow cast her out... for draining their balls dry too often! There isn't a cock she wont suck or pussy she wont please! Give it up... for the insatiable Silvia!"

Silvia blushes and her ears droop at her outrageous introduction, but the overwhelmingly positive response from the crowd causes a nervous smile to spread across her face as butterflies flutter in her tummy.

"And in this corner, a tramp who has as much experience handling swords as she does swallowing them, a knight of the realm who spends more time battling blue balls than bandits, our own home-grown whore, Hilda!"

Hilda scowls under her helmet at her insultingly inaccurate description, but just like Silvia, the enthusiasm of the crowd gives her battered ego an unintentional boost, even as her knees buckle and her face grows hot with shame.

I... I'm the kingdom's greatest warrior! I... I shouldn't be here! What... what would my peers think if they saw me reduced to this?!

"Gods! Look at that goddess! I wish she'd slay me in the bedroom!" Says one of the drunk patrons near the stage.

"I'd go on a quest if she was the prize," agrees his comrade.

"Let the battle begin!" Maggalla yells as the crowd cheers as they stomp the floor and pound the tables.