In very different locations

The beach was calm and silent, birds hummed and the early morning sun shone bright.
Not a human soul was present on the beach, nor was anyone present at the jungle’s edge.
Had anyone been there however, they would have witnessed how the harmonic scene of serenity was utterly shattered as a voluptuous ebony-skinned woman materialized herself 20 feet up in the air, and fell screaming into the water, her screaming ended abruptly as she hit the water.
Regaining her self-control, Alisha soon broke up through the water’s surface and looked and where she had ended up.
Silk was nowhere to be found, her suit of dragon armour and her masterly crafted swords were gone, and if this was the Halls of Magic, Alisha was a ten-feet tall pink rabbit!
Cursing that incompetent bastard Gyrtax and his second-rate ritual of teleportation, Alisha swam for the beach with powerful strokes, wading out of the water, looking like the embodiment of some Southern goddess of carnal pleasure.

With a loud thud, Silk felt her body land on a wooden floor, and looked up to see where she had ended up.
Had she known of Alisha’s whereabouts, she would have been amused at the stark contrast to the scene that she had landed into; she was in a large, luxurious bed-room that was dominated by the presence of a king-size bed, in which there laid a man, with a busty beauty straddling his cock.
It was evident that they had been fornicating, but Silk’s appearance had brought their fucking to an abrupt halt, as they both now stared at the nude young woman that had popped out of nowhere.
The girl quickly slid the cock out of her cunt, and ran out a door not far from the bed, allowing Silk to get a good look at the man that the girl had been riding:
He was sort of handsome, his skin was of a dusky complexion, his eyes were dark and his nose was slightly hooked. His body was no work of art, a bit to much fat here and there and not to much muscles, but the rest of him was barely noticed when one looked at his member, which was about as big as any that Silk had ever seen on an average-sized humanoid.
“By Shari’s boobies! Who are you wench, and what are you doing in my bedroom!?”
“I am Silk, enchantress of Gordor. And who might you be?” Silk wondered as she got up on her feet, standing a few feet from the bed.
“Uh…I am Pilgor bin Haffidi, shah of the Pleasure District in the magnificent town of Kithara, and this is my bedroom, located in the jewel of my crown of carnality: Pilgor’s Pleasure Parlour!” The man sat up in bed and spread his arms out to emphasize the grandness of his commercial empire.
“Really!? So you’re a pimp then?”
“Alas, do not insult fair bitch from the north! For I am more than just a pimp! I import and export the fines dancers and whores on this side of the world, and I also sell very functional items and potions to very reasonable prizes. But rarely have I come across a girl as radiant as you, oh honoured sorceress!”
“What, are you hitting on me?” Silk wondered, figuring that the man was some sort of con-artist.
“Far from it! I am offering you a job! As a dancer, as a whore or whatever you should like!”
Instead of answering immediately, Silk reviewed her situation: she was bare-naked on a foreign continent, she was alone and had no idea of where Alisha was, and she hadn’t fucked anybody in hours…