The little drow resumes her role at the bottom of the totem pole.

Hilda slowly starts swimming back towards the water's edge, dragging the thoroughly crushed Silvia with her.

The little drow is still in shock and puts up no resistance.

After all I've done, and all I've been through, I've still ended up as the bottom bitch. The dark elf thinks to herself as she and her newest boss emerge from the chilly stream.

Their bodies glisten in the light coming through the trees. It's warm, but not enough to compensate for their lack of clothing, and soon both women are shivering.

"We need to find some kind of shelter," the human says as she runs her hands along her soft, curvaceous body. "A-and something to cover up with," she adds as she feels her nipples stiffen as a cool breeze caresses them.

Silvia meekly tries to cover herself up with her hands, placing one hand on her chest and the other between her crotch. It's due as much out of a need for warmth as it is a vain attempt to cover her privates.

"Any idea on which way we should go?" Hilda asks her boss turned bitch.