Sally

Hilda freezes in terror, even if she can't see her, she knows who it is.

"M-mistress!" Hilda croaks from between Daala's dripping thighs, her face flushed in arousal and shame, even if no one else can see it at the moment. Her eyes also glow pink once more.

"Are you daring to use my property?!" Sally asks incredulously as she stomps towards the nude and thoroughly embarrassed couple. Hilda's former stewardess is no longer nude, but instead wearing an outfit that looks very familiar to Daala, of course it looks a bit big on the cross-eyed girl.

The elf shifts her weight, but remains about Hilda. "Wh-who are you?" Her face flushes as she tries to cover her bare body, but in her current position, it doesn't do her much good. "And wh-what are you doing wearing my clothes?"

"They're mine now," Sally growls, her eyes glowing blue once more as she swats Daala's elven booty, causing the confused and thoroughly humiliated girl to whimper in pain.

"B-but..." Daala tries to argue as she feels herself wanting to give in to this tiny tyrant of an authority figure.

"I'm taking them as payment for you using MY slave without MY permission," Sally says as grabs Daala by the hair and makes her stare into her eyes. "Is that a problem?"

"I... um... but..." Daala stammers as Hilda kisses her clit once more. "No-ooooohhh!" The elf squeals as she cums again.

"Good," Sally says with a smirk as she playfully slaps Daala's blushing cheek and starts to turn away.

"B-but..." Daala whimpers as she reluctantly climbs off Hilda, eliciting a moan of disappointment from the disgraced ex-knight.

Sally turns around, looking visible irritated. "What?"

Daala recoils in fear at this tiny terror, even though she shouldn't be physically imposing at all. "It's just... what am I supposed to wear?"

A cruel grin spreads across the bookish Sally's face...