March outside, utterly exposed

The naked, squirming slave girls are marched outside, their hands resting at their sides as the collars continue to glow.

The sight of the two very popular performers completely on display, and for free, creates quite a commotion as more and more people start to gather around.

G-gods! They can see everything!

Hilda bites her lip as she tries, and mostly fails, to suppress a moan.

Just the thought of her and Silvia both parading themselves around for the lecherous crowd... their soft, curvy bodies jiggling with every step...

Hilda's collar glows ever brighter as her pussy gets wetter and wetter.

She desperately wants to touch herself... to masturbate right here in the street in front of everyone... but... _mistress _hasn't told her to do so...

Hilda shakes her head and closes her eyes as she tries to drive the naughty thought from her lust-addled mind, but that only makes her more aware of one of her other senses - smell.

And the only odor currently wafting up to her nose, besides that of her own needy, naughty, quivering, dripping cunny, belongs to...

Hilda gulps as she reopens her eyes and looks at her fellow slave.

Silvia's face is flushed, the collar around her neck is currently glowing bright pink, and she looks as if she's about to cry if she can't get some relief soon.