They're being sold?!

"YOU'RE SELLING US?!" Hilda squealed, her voice loud enough to be heard outside the dressing room.

"The offer is just too good to pass," Yallah says.

"Besides, you still owe us a very large debt," Magallah chimes in.

That was of course due to the incredibly unfair and ridiculous way the two owners calculated interest. Based on just the principle, Hilda and Silvia had paid them back within a few days of working here.

"But... I..." Hilda stammers, too flustered to form words.

Silvia squeaks as Magallah takes hold of her slinky dress and tugs on it.

"You're wearing our property," she coldly declares. "Please remove it."

The drow meekly obeys. Too many years of being bullied within dark elf society have made her very quick to submit to authority.

"H-hey!" Hilda objects as Yallah strips her naked. "I p-paid for that with my tips!"

But her protests fall on deaf ears, and soon she and Silvia are once again left without a stitch between them.

"Ok, bring in the buyers," Magallah calls out as the nude, trembling slaves cling to each other for comfort.