She doesn't have to

Hilda crawls on her hands and knees towards the shocked elf as the human man behind her slowly slides down the side of the wall, gasping for air, and his cock still out, but otherwise completely and utterly sated.

"Forgive me mistress elf for thinking you wouldn't expect payment," the disgraced knight says as she rests at the other woman's feet. "Can you forgive this worthless woman for thinking otherwise?"

Daala looks down at the human woman. Jizz is smeared all over her face and breasts, and lines of it are stuck in her hair, but the human woman pays them no bother. Instead she gets to work on gently pulling down Daala's pantaloons, exposing the elf's intricate and exotic (and thoroughly drenched) panties.

"W-wait," Daala finally matters to stutter out as her own arousal and embarrassment cause her to blush.

"Forgive me, mistress elf," Hilda says as the elven woman's pants pool around her ankles. "It was wrong of me to presume."

Daala sighs in relief, but it's short-lived.

"I should have started at your feet, where trash like me belongs!" Hilda says as she quickly yanks off Daala's boots and pants, leaving the elf nearly bottomless as the human woman starts licking and kissing each of Daala's individual toes.