It's the start of a new chapter in their lives

Greta sat there, trying to process everything that had happened over the last day, while the last of the freshly-stripped drow slowly slunk away.

Their power and confidence had evaporated with their uniforms, leaving behind only a gaggle of timid, blushing, whimpering women ripe for the ravishing where once mighty warriors had stood.

Evidently, the 'elites' of the Underdark were the same as the surface world, if the number of warbling asses, pleasingly plump tummies, thunderous thighs, and smaller-than-advertised breasts on display were any indicator.

They fled in all directions, any sense of unit cohesion or loyalty to their matron discarded in favor of a 'every naked woman for herself' mindset.

"Um... Greta?" Belinda quietly asked as she blindly poked her half-sister's bare boob.

"Y-yeah, Belinda," Greta sighed, abandoning any final difference in social status between the two equally nude plump dumplings. "What is it?"

"Um..." the former queen twiddled her soft, delicate fingers. "I... I'm not the queen anymore, am I?"

Greta went to push the glasses back up onto her face, only to realize she had apparently lost them at some point. That was likely why everything up close looked so blurry to the farsighted woman.

"Well..." Belinda said as she slowly stood on her shaky, dirty, bare feet. "I... I'm glad it happened!"

"What?!" Greta spat as the thought of all that wealth she had acquired (mostly through ill-gotten means) she had lost and the hard work she had done for essentially nothing.

"Y-yeah..." Belinda said in a not quite convincing voice as she placed her hands on her soft, voluptuous, and magnificently ample hips, showing the whole world her plush, naked, formerly-royal, knock-out of a body. "Yeah!"

Greta looked at her sister and squinted.

"We can do whatever we want now!" Belinda declared with growing confidence as she puffed out her ample chest, making her massive mammaries jiggle in a show commoners would have paid 10 silver to see, 20 if they could stick their face between them.

"We... we'll make our own rules! Do what we like, when we like! With no one to tell us what to do, or say 'no, Belinda, those colors don't match,' or 'no, Belinda, you can't have candy for dinner,' or 'no Belinda, removing the graphite control rods from the reactor now will cause a catastrophic, cascading chain reaction resulting in a meltdown of the radioactive core!' Don't you see, Greta (again, she couldn't, due to her farsightedness without her glasses)? We can start a new life, free from every rule and restriction we've ever known!"

And with that, the naked former queen rested her hands on her hips, assumed a wide stance, and struck an unintentionally lewd and erotic pose that presented her entire, nude self, and gave anyone in eye shot the perfect view of the last of her formerly-royal treasures.

The wind even chose to pick up at that point to make her long, blonde hair billow behind her alluringly.

...It also teased her more tender places, making her look of stoic strength transform into something much lewder as a needy moan escaped her lips. Then she shuddered in pleasure as the wind's naughty caress over her skin made her nipples grow rock-hard, her clit swell, and even her fragrant cunny honey start to dribble down her fat, welcoming, creamy-white thighs.

Thankfully Greta couldn't see any of those naughtier details (although she could certainly smell them).

"Well," the former maid sighed. "I guess that's something at least."

"G-good..." Belinda stammered as she started touching herself. "Now l-loook away for a little while, ok?"