They spend the night in jail, but neither one is going to get any sleep

Hilda and Salza sat nude and shivering in a cool dungeon cell in the city guard's building.

They had had a hard time explaining their predicament to the authorities. First, because they couldn't stop moaning, mincing, and masturbating while they talked about it (another enchanting gift from Dahlia, the naughty fairy), and second, because all of their evidence had gone up in smoke.

The bonds that Dahlia had used to restrain them had disappeared the moment they told Zoma about their predicament, which meant, she had never actually seen them.

And any evidence of the Tiger Gang that had attacked them had vanished when Hilda and Salza's messy love-making had smeared away all of the graffiti on their bodies.

Instead, the only thing the two bald, horny, leaky sluts had to show when they finished their story was the big puddle of pussy juice pooling on their chairs (chairs that were promptly taken home by the guards on duty) as they described every naughty, filthy, hot detail to the authorities.

And now, here they were, sharing a cell for the night. The guards were having a busy evening, which meant these two lewd, but otherwise harmless, women had been "****" (at least that's the excuse the guardswoman on duty gave when questioned about it) to share a room.

"What a day," Salza sighs as her hands keep darting back up to her smooth head.

"Y-yeah..." Hilda says as she rests her hands between her legs. "I... I did not think my day was going end up like this."

"Me neither," the drow says as she turns to look at Hilda with her good eye. "But..." she adds as her hand nervously reaches for Hilda's. "It wasn't all bad..."

Both women blush, hard, as they hold hands and look at each other.

"N-no... it wasn't..." Hilda says as she feels her heart pounding away in her chest.