Silvia

"Who wants to go first?" Maggalla asks as she looks at the two nude women.

Without even hesitating, each girl wordlessly points at the other, making the orc woman laugh.

"Alright, in that case, I think we'll go with... you," Maggalla says as presses a finger against Silvia's flat chest.

The little drow's ears droop adorably as she lets out a little whimper, but then does as she's told. The short dark elf makes her way to the stage, her bare feet slapping embarrassingly loudly against the finely polished wood.

"We don't have any bards around right now to play music, so you'll just have to improvise," the orc woman says as Silvia sighs.

Despite her shame at being forced to do this, the drow does know how to dance. After all, as the smallest and most-often bullied dark elf in her house, she was routinely forced to entertain the bigger and stronger members of her faction. Plus there were all those times she was captured by other houses during botched missions and forced to entertain them too.

Little Silvia stands upon the stage, her hands firmly placed between her legs and over her flat chest as Hilda and Maggalla look right at her. The other two babushka-clad elves both seem pre-occupied with their own work, but still occasionally stop what they're doing to look at her.

"Come on, sweetie. Don't keep us waiting," the orc prods.

Silvia's heart pounds in her little chest as her breathing gets faster and faster. She closes her eyes tight as she tries not to think about her old humiliating life back in underdark. All the snickering and laughing and teasing about her body that used to make her cry herself to sleep at night. Her nervousness slowly slips away as she remembers it all.

I'll... I'll show them!

The little dark elf firmly grips the stripper pole next to her and re-opens her eyes, as a new steely determination washes over her.

I'll show them all!