Actually...

"Actually..." comes a voice from the bar. "You need to pay for all those drinks you had."

Hilda's face goes white and her mouth hangs open.

"But... I..." the nude noble stammers like a scolded child.

Khala grins as she sniffs her freshly-won panties and then stuffs them in her pocket.

"BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!!" Hilda whines and stamps her feet, making her whole body jiggle.

The crowd laughs and mocks her, but is eventually calmed by the bartender.

She's a svelte, beautiful dark elf woman with long, silver hair. The locals call her 'Salza.' She's wearing an eyepatch on her otherwise flawless face, and a saucy barmaid outfit that emphasizes her petite figure.

"Well, if you can't afford your tab, there is another way to pay..." the dark elf says as she licks her lips and approaches the trembling woman.

"O-ok..." Hilda says as she hangs her head in shame. "W-what ish it?" She asks, her voice still slurring a little.

"You can pay for each one with one of these!" The drow declares as she loudly slaps Hilda's (surprisingly) soft ass.

"OUCH!" Hilda helplessly yelps, her face getting redder as she shakes and wiggles.

"Mmmmm, you're a squirmer," Salza says and then leans in close to Hilda's face. "I like that," she whispers.

Salza sensually licks the woman's face, eliciting a surprised moan out of Hilda, and a cheer from the crowd.

"I don't want such a naughty little girl like you to get away," the drow says as she pushes the squemish human to the bar and bends her over.

Hilda whimpers as her hands are tied behind her back and her ass is put on display.

"Moan all you want sweetie," Salza says. "I'll keep count of your spanks."