A hot shower

"She just said we're getting cleaned up before dinner."

"That's a... weird way to phrase that," Taykov said cocking her head to the side. "Aren't we doing the cleaning up?"

"I don't know." Morgala shrugged. "Maybe something was lost in translation."

Taykov was about to say that they were all fluent in common, meaning there was nothing to translate, but she was cut off by the ding of the elevator arriving to their level. Bralite gestured for the ladies to walk inside. Inside, there was barely enough room for three average dwarves, much less four humanoids as voluptuous as them. Flesh squished against itself as arms, legs boobs, and butts crammed together to fit in the small space. "Um, ma'am, are you sure the elevator can withstand this weight." Taykov asked, trying not to get a mouthful of Morgala's nipple.

"It's carried heavier loads and survived." Bralite replied, her voice muffled behind Thurkla's shoulder. "You lot are far from the fattest asses we've had down here. Not that yours aren't impressive." She grinned, and Taykov blushed profusely.

The elevator was evidently built with only dwarves in mind, and Thurkla was having a tough time keeping her head from hitting the ceiling. She ended up tilting her neck down and hovering her gaze right above Bralite's breasts. The duergar, for her part, wasn't perturbed at all, barely even gazing at the towering orc. Thurkla, on the other hand, was starting to notice what Taykov already had about how muscular and sweaty her forewoman's body was. The orc knew how to build a workout routine, and had the physique to prove it, but she desperately wanted to ask Bralite what she did to achieve those gains. Those tough, beefy, rock-hard gains.

Luckily for Thurkla, the elevator reached its destination before she started drooling on her forewoman, and the tight-knit crew filed out into a new part of the cave. The walls in this area were smooth and carved into an arch shape, and the lighting was a much cooler blue unlike the harsh lights in the mines. The corridor was lined with mahogany doors, the most shocking part of the whole thing. How did they get that kind of material down here? Thurkla thought to herself. The transport guild must have brought them in; why didn't I ever get that job?

At the end of the hall was another duergar woman sitting at a desk, though unlike the quartet, she was fully dressed. She wore a seafoam green button-up with a black apron over top and a frilly headdress, like the uniform of one of the maids back at the keep. Morgala, Thurkla, and Taykov suddenly felt a lot more embarrassed, and awkwardly held their arms in front of their breasts and pussies as they approached. Bralite did no such covering, and instead leaned onto the desk and spoke frankly, "Emmy, how's your day been?"

The secretary duergar smiled. "Oh, can't complain. And not just because the contract says so." She and Bralite laughed, and the hapless trio assumed it was some kind of inside joke. "Bringing your newbies to the facilities, eh?"

"Yup." Bralite replied. "Though I was hoping you would need a shower, too. Perhaps you'd like someone attending to you? Apparently I'm quite... motivating." She lifted up her breasts and placed them on the table with a loud THUNK!

Emmy chortled. "Save the flirting for when I'm off the clock. Let's worry about your subordinates' shower for now, shall we?"

"That wasn't a no." Bralite sang as she marched past the desk. Emmy slapped her playfully and blushed. Morgala blushed even harder; maybe her little foray with Taykov in the mines was more commonplace here than she'd thought.

Bralite opened a door further down the hall and ushered her charges inside. "You'll use these facilities to get clean after every shift. Don't get spooked; the attendants are jokesters, but they're ultimately harmless. Just don't piss them off."

"Attendants?" Morgala asked. In her experience, servants giving baths was a luxury reserved for the nobility and royals, certainly not laborers like herself. Who did these mines have to service the miners?