Us queens gotta stick together

No, this wont do at all! Pooky thinks, rising to her feet. A booty that fine deserves to be groped, fondled and spanked by only the most refined of mistresses. Someone like me!

"Stop!" Pooky commands in her most authoritative voice, her hands resting on her exquisitely shapely hips. The crowd turns to look at the drow matron, momentarily forgetting about Belinda as they drink in the sight of the naked, exotic dark elf.

"Leave that woman alone, unless you wish to suffer my wrath!" Pooky says, oozing as much confidence and menace as she can muster, given her rather pitiable position.

Belinda gasps, her heart pounds in her ample chest and her stomach flutters. "Th-thank you k-kind stranger!" She says, still looking the wrong way. Her cheeks are blushing and she's trying not to swoon.

The mob momentarily steps back out of instinctual fear and looks at the (semi) fearsome drow matron.

She's naked and dirty, and her hair is a mess. Without her girdle or any of her other usual adornments, her wide, soft, and curvaceous body looks less like that of a fearsome warlord and more like that of a well-fed concubine, eager to please her master.

It also probably doesn't help that her nipples are rock-hard and her totally exposed pussy is glistening in the sunlight.

A long, pregnant pause hangs over the scene as the mob ogles Pooky. She stares back at them with her steely gaze, although the gaze starts to falter and her cheeks start to redden when she notices the looks of lust on some of their faces (and the suddenly tighter pants more than a few of them are sporting).

Finally the silence is broken, as Mimzy steps forward. "Pfft! What's a naked tart like 'er gonna do, eh? I say we give both o' those haughty hos a lesson!"

The crowd cheers and closes in on Pooky.

The drow gulps nervously and starts to sweat.