It's moved on to bigger, better, messier things

The pasties peel from Silvia's sweaty body as she arcs her back and starts to play with her pussy on stage. Her body wobbles as she struggles to maintain her balance, using one hand behind her steady herself while the other shamelessly diddles away at her wet, wanting hole.

Her noisy, flagrant, and deliciously fragrant actions soon draw the attention of many in the crowd, as well as Hilda's.

The mostly-naked knight squeaks in surprise as she spots her, and momentarily stops what she's doing to eagerly watch her frenemy.

That dirty, exhibitionist slut! Hilda thinks to herself, even as she feels her own pussy throb at Silvia's performance.

The little drow is going all out now, moaning like a whore as her cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and arousal. Her eyes are shut tight, but occasionally open just long enough for her to see the crowd and remind herself of where she is.

They... they're all looking at me! Clearly I'm better than that fat cow! Silvia tells herself.

She feels a sense of pride washing over her, especially when she catches Hilda looking at her (while masturbating, no less!), but that quickly starts to mix with something else. Something darker.

Her mind starts flashing back to the times things like this happened to her in the Underdark. All the botched missions. All the sexual humiliations for failing her house. All the bullying from the bigger dark elves.

I... I came up here to start over...

Silvia's ears droop as the smug smile fades from her face.

But everything ended up the same...

The poor dark elf closes her eyes to drive the bad memories from her mind and instead focus on the good feelings coming from her body when she suddenly feels something strange and unexpected.