Hyte isn't wearing a bra

"I never get tired of looking at this!" Silvia says as she tosses Hyte's tunic aside and lustily leers at the half-naked elf submissively squirming in front of her. "And I'm so glad you chose not to wear a bra again."

The pale elf's face is as red as a tomato as she keeps her hands at her sides, too timid to even try to cover her chest up.

"I always thought these were just the cutest," Silvia says in genuine adoration, which only makes Hyte feel even more embarrassed as the drow leans in even closer to study the elf's modest mounds.

They're relatively small (but way bigger than Silvia's), and very perky. Silvia especially likes the way Hyte's two hard little nipples point in opposite directions. She just thinks it's oh-so-sexy.

"D-don't stare," Hyte begs as she feels the dark elf's hot, moist breath blowing across her little lady lumps, making her nipples erotically ache from the unintended stimulation.

"Why not?" Silvia asks as she looks up into the pale girl's eyes. "They're beautiful, just like the rest of you."

Hyte's heart flutters at the compliment. If only it wasn't coming from such a dangerous, sexy, scary criminal (W-wait, what was that second one?).

"Now then," the seductive shortstack says as her soft, delicate fingers wander further and further south, over Hyte's soft tummy and into the jailor's flimsy hot pants (Th-that's even worse than calling them 'booty shorts!'). "Let's get a look at the rest of you..."

"N-no... w-wait!" Hyte pleads even as she feels the flimsy fabric being pulled down over her hips.