Sally has an idea...

Sally smiles as she slides her slave's sleepy body off of her and gently places her on the ground. She stands up and turns around, just in time to see Daala slipping a slimy hand out of her own makeshift underwear.

"Pick her up, slave," Sally commands.

"Yes, uh, mistress," Daala says, a blush creeping over her face as she wipes her hand on the back of turban-turned-panties.

"And if I catch you playing with yourself again without my permission, I'll strip you bare too!" Sally says as she playfully swats at the elf's (temporarily) clothed bum.

"Y-yes m-mistress," Daala squeaks in surprise. She bends down and gently taps Hilda on the cheek, until the exhausted woman finally comes to, even if she's still in a daze. "C-come on, get up!" The elf says as she doubles her efforts to help Hilda to her feet.

"Uuuuggggghhhh," Hilda moans as leans upon the elf slave.

Hilda is a brawny babe (even if she's gotten a little flabby in the past couple years), and the petite elf struggles to shoulder her weight, but eventually succeeds.

"What now, mistress?" Daala asks, hoping her shameful ordeal will come to an end soon.

The tiny tyrant smiles wickedly as she looks at her two mostly-naked slaves. "We're going shopping!"