Maybe, but they'll turn on each other for a bit first

The two naked dark elves shiver and cry as they throw themselves a pity party.

"We're trapped up here!" Silvia wails.

"Without even a panty to share between us!" Pooky cries.

"We're completely naked!" Silvia sobs.

"And totally broke!" Pooky whimpers.

"Wait... the bags! Maybe something survived that we can sell! Or wear..." Silvia says as she crawls on her hands and knees over to the remains of their cargo.

Pooky quickly followers her, also crawling over to help her search.

Soon both women are rooting through the remains with their asses up in the air and their faces low to the ground, getting them quite dirty in the process.

"Did you find anything?" Silvia asks forlornly.

"No... wait!" Pooky pushes the ashes a little more at the sign of something glinting, faintly. She digs down and squeals in glee, like an unpopular teenager that just got invited to prom. "My bar! My belly bar! It survived!" Pooky gets up on her knees, belly jiggling and chest shaking wildly as she giggles madly.

Silvia's heart soars as she sees the glistening platinum bar.

We could buy a whole village with that thing!

Pooky kisses the little bar before slipping the piercing back onto her jelly belly, cooing in pleasure as she makes it shimmy and shake seductively.

"We're rich!" Silvia sighs as her worries start to evaporate.

Pooky stops dancing as she slowly looks over to Silvia. "What do you mean 'we'?" She asks credulously, her eyes narrowing.

"What do you mean?" Silvia asks. "You're my slave, remember? I took that off of you and brought it with us. All of your old stuff is mine now."

"Girl, look around you," Pooky says, getting some of her fiery old nature back. "We're naked and trapped in the middle of the overworld. You blew it. Now its all about might making right."

Silvia gulps, almost instantly submitting to the bigger, authoritative woman, but her little sliver of resolve shines through.

Say something cool and commanding! Re-assert your authority! You tamed a Matron! Use some of that razor sharp wit to put her back in her place, at your feet kissing your toesies!

"Nuh-uh," says the petite drow as her cheeks blush crimson. Her confidence evaporating faster than her clothes did. "D-don't be a... a... a... stupid head!"

Pooky puts a hand on Silvia and squeezes her shoulder. "I'm bigger than you, stronger than you, more experienced, AND I've got more on than you do." Pooky coldly says, referring to her belly bar piercing and the fuzzy cuffs on her ankles and wrists. "By all measures in Drow society, I'm queen here."

Silvia gulps nervously as the facts settle into her brain, as she starts to feel a warmth growing in the pit of her stomach.

"If you submit like a good little slave now, I promise we'll have lots of fun later, ok?" Pooky asks, smiling sweetly.