N- ...yes

A dozen excursions later, poor Nina is sitting teary-eyed in the hall, a pile of elf-sized clothing sitting at her feet, next to a bunch of pens, various files, a coffee mug, a stapler, two boxes of paper clips, and a rather dog-eared copy of a trashy romance novel called 'What I Did For The Baron' by H.B. Quivery (Hyte swears it was already in the desk drawer when she got here).

W-why can't I stop?

Nina asks herself as she cradles her head in her hands.

The sneaking had gotten a heck of a lot easier after the two sweaty, panting elves had cum their brains out and then collapsed into each others arms, tenderly kissing and nibbling on each others ears before finally dozing off together.

Both girls were snoring now, and each one was drooling too (Nina thought it was actually pretty adorable).

Silvia was resting on top of Hyte, her head using the jailor's modest breasts like pillows. Hyte meanwhile had her arms wrapped around the little drow, holding her close like a prized teddy bear.

"Ok, get a grip..." Nina told herself as she dried her eyes with the scraps of Hyte's skirt. "Just put everything back, and they'll all be none the wiser..."

The frumpy, chubby cutie slowly stands up. She bends over and clumsily starts to scoop up everything she can into her arms.

But then, she freezes as despair grips her soul. She can hear two people's voices echoing down the hall, and even worse, they're getting louder.

Nina's eyes go wide as she flees in the opposite direction, dropping little bits and bobs along the way as she looks for somewhere to stash all of the stolen goods she's now in possession of.

Of course, in her panic, poor Nina fails to notice she's dropped Hyte's set of master keys to the entire dungeon on the floor, just outside the sleeping elf's office...