Salza asks Hilda

Hilda and Salza continue to cuddle and kiss on the loveseat like two nervous sweethearts.

"Will... will you... b-be in charge...?" Salza whispers as she blushes as hard as a drow can. "I... seeing you earlier... it..." The dark elf stammers and tries to hide her face away before working up the nerve to continue. "I-I want to feel powerless..."

Hilda gulps nervously and blushes as her heart pounds in her chest at the thought. She always fantasizes about being the helpless one in those naughty romance novels she reads, and her experiences today have reinforced her preference, not that she'd ever dare admit that. But seeing Salza's cute face, with her big, cow-like eye and the adorable way she nervously bites her lip while she blushes... no. There's no way she can refuse any request from Salza.

"O-ok," Hilda says. Her heart soars with joy when she sees the smile spread across the dark elf's face. "I guess we should start with getting you out of those clothes..."

A worried look flashes across Salza's face, but that quickly disappears, especially after Hilda kisses her again.

Hilda and Salza both get to work, tugging on laces and undoing buttons, completely unaware that Dahlia, the fairy, is flying over head, sprinkling a fine dust over the two clumsy lovers as they both struggle to get the dark elf out of her clothes.