Not nearly as well

"Ok, you're up next," Maggalla says as she fans herself with her hand and then looks over at Hilda.

The nude knight is blushing and panting, her own thighs coated in cunny cream from having just cum from watching Silvia's slutty display.

"D-do I have to? Right now?" The humiliated noble asks, her face red as a tomato.

"Yes," the orc firmly commands, in a tone scary enough to make the formerly fearless warrior squeak in fear.

The naked, naughty Hilda quickly scrambles towards the stage, a few drops of her pussy juice dripping onto the floor along the way. She nervously stands to one side as a smiling, confident Silvia steps down.

The arrogant and smug look on the drow's face says it all. Silvia obviously thinks Hilda can't compete against her in something like this.

The thought of being outclassed by the dark elf fills Hilda with determination and a weird need to outdo her.

I... I wont be bested by her!

The naked human makes her way up the stairs. But tragedy strikes the moment she sets foot on the stage. Perhaps its because her legs are still feeling a bit weak after watching Silvia, or maybe its the snail trail the little drow left behind, but our heroine, the brave and bold Lady Hilda Brandt, slips and falls!

She squeals in terror as she falls forward, landing with an awkward, loud, comedic splat as her tits and tummy break her fall.

Her face goes beat red as all four of the people watching her start to giggle.

"I'm fine!" Hilda snaps as she struggles to her feet and tries to block out her own embarrassment (it fails).

Silvia stands next to Maggalla, a smug smirk on her face as she keeps her arms crossed across her flat chest. The orc woman shakes her head in what Hilda believes is disappointment.

"Alright, let's see what you can do," the green-skinned woman commands.

Hilda just stands there like a wide-eyed doe as stage fright overtakes her.

"Uh..." the suddenly shy girls stammers as her knees knock together. "Um..."

"Just start swaying your hips," Silvia says.

Her well-meaning advice wounds Hilda's pride, hurting her more than any knife ever has.

The taller, heavier woman starts to slowly, awkwardly sway her hips back and forth, leaving no one impressed.

You're losing them Hilda! Do something else!

Panic starts to set in for our brave warrior as she instinctively sticks her thumbs out and clumsily tries to dance. She dorkily claps her hands and starts to do little kicks, flashing her freshly-deforested pussy to the silent crowd.

She wiggles her butt and awkwardly sticks her thumbs out, clumsily moving about in the least rhythmic way anyone in the room has ever seen.

Hilda turns around, trying to emulate Silvia's successful display of her ass, but our mighty knight is suddenly struck by a profound crisis of confidence when she does so, and then quickly turns back around to face her un-impressed audience.

The increasingly floundering noble is straight up panicking now, and is desperate to try to turn the tide and not make a complete fool of herself. In a last-ditch effort, she grabs hold of the stripper pole next to her, and tries to spin around on it.

That proves to be a disastrous decision for our hapless hero, whose sweaty hands cause her to lose her grip on it and then flop ass-first onto the ground next to it. She quickly leaps back to her feet, her face burning hotter than a thousand suns, but Maggalla has seen enough.

"Ok. You... you can stop now," the orc woman says as everyone else avoids eye contact with Hilda.

A knot forms in the pit of the nude knight's stomach as she fights back tears.

"Well, obviously... there's some room for... improvement," Maggalla says as she suddenly starts to question her decision to enslave Hilda and make her a stripper.

The human winces and then slowly steps off the stage, humiliatingly slipping one last time to destroy what remains of her pride and self-esteem.