Silvia makes the first of what Hilda hopes will be many mistakes

Silvia had always been on the bottom of the totem pole.

She had no natural magic (a rarity among her people), and she was physically a runt, even by drow standards, which meant that in a society based around might making right, she was always the bottom bitch in her house's (or any other house's for that matter) orgy.

She had thought maybe her prospects would improve if she traveled to the surface world, a world she had always been told was soft, weak, and decadent, but her misadventures above ground were proving to be as disastrous as her ones in the underdark had been.

But now, mistaking Hilda's sarcasm and slutty scheming for genuine respect, the little drow with a lot to prove was about to make the first of many blunders with how she dealt with the sassy, soft, stout woman currently looking down upon her, both figuratively and literally.

"I shall come up there," Silvia declares as stoically as a naked, scared, humiliated elf could in her situation. "And then we shall reassess our situation."

"Yes, mistress..." Hilda says as a smile escapes her face.

The little drow struggles to climb back up the hill. It's steeper than she anticipated, and her poor, bare feet sink into the soft dirt with nearly every step.

Hilda watches with barely restrained lust as the naked dark elf is **** to stop covering her privates (exposing both her tiny titties and her lovely lady bush to the perverted human) and use both of her hands to finish the climb back up.

By the time she finishes, little Silvia is sweaty, dirty, and panting from fatigue.

"Well?" The tired drow asks as Hilda just looks back at the elf.

"Well what, mistress?" The human asks coyly.

"What do you suggest we do now?" The dark elf asks.