Silvia and Sally have a confrontation

Without the caravan, Jorella and her party were forced to spend their nights outside, and since Jorella didn't want to risk anything happening to the elven silk, the three naked ladies were forced to huddle together for warmth rather than cover themselves with the frail fabric. Jorella, being without coin in the middle of nowhere, nonetheless found shelter in a cave just off the dirt road.

Well, less a cave than a rocky outcropping where they could kind of hide from the elements, and "they" of course only referring to Jorella herself.

While the merchant was able to put together a small fire to warm herself, her three slaves were lying down in the grass holding one another to try and stay safe from the cold. Hilda, naturally, was in the middle of her two clingy bedfellows who were in an unsubtle competition to see which of them could hold her beloved the tightest. Sally was winning, but only slightly.

Silvis was growing increasingly frustrated with Sally mooching in on her turf. She turned to Hilda and said, "Dear, I have an idea. Let's sleep together the way we did the other night."

"You mean, in the tree?" Hilda asked nervously. "Lying down... like that?"

Silvia nodded and climbed on top of Hilda's belly. "Yup. It'll help with the cold, too," she fibbed, "especially if I warm you up like before."

Hilda's face went red with embarassment, while Sally's went the same color in anger. While her lady struggled to form words, the cross-eyed woman said, "I think mistress will be much warmer if I massage her while she rests. Like we used to do back home." She started to caress Hilda's thighs, working out the aches in her muscles from her long day of crawling. Hilda let out a sigh, and Silvia felt her body sag beneath her own.

The drow growled under her breath and said through gritted teeth. "That will take too long. She needs to warm up, now."

Sally glared at Silvia. "Funny; you don't strike me as someone acquainted with warmth."

Silvia gawked. "Are you implying I'm not warm and affectionate?"

"You said it, not me." Sally mocked. "Though I'm not surprised someone who lives underground would be so cold and unattached."

"At least I know how to take care of my mistress out here in the wild, unlike her hoity toity maidservant."

"I've spent my whole life in Lady Hilda's care, you harlot! I know her better than anyone."

"And look where your help got her. Naked, enslaved to a poor excuse for a merchant, and sleeping outside in the middle of nowhere." Sally said with pride. "At least I was there for her when she needed someone."

"Oh, give me a break." Sally groaned. "I'll bet you tried to take Lady Hilda for yourself when you saw her and she simply took pity on you. Why else would she be palling around with someone of your ilk?"

"My ilk?!" Silvia reached over and grabbed Sally by the ear. The cross-eyed former maid yelped and smacked Silvia on the boob. Silvia slapped Sally back, and in a moment the naked women were engaged in a very silly-looking slapfight, with Silvia still resting atop Hilda's tummy and Sally with her legs wrapped around Hilda's thigh.

Hilda, meanwhile, had already fallen asleep amidst the chaos, and could say nothing to stop her wannabe handmaidens from fighting for her hand. Were she awake, she might have informed them that she in fact had two of those and was more than capable of using them. So it was quite unlucky that they couldn't hear those words just yet.