They're off to an ok start

Hilda and Silvia nervously look at each other as the nearly-naked girls prepare for their first show.

"Don't screw this up," Maggalla sneers as she unlocks Silvia's chastity belt and unceremoniously pantses the drow.

"Or this is it," Yallah echoes as she does the same to Hilda.

The slaves both gasp as their wet, puffy pussies are exposed to the cool air. They each quickly run a hand over their freshly-freed privates as they step out of their metal undies.

"Now get dressed," Yallah orders as each slave is handed an outfit.

Hilda and Silvia look at the clothes they've been given, and then at each other, their faces red with shame.

Soon enough, both girls are nervously standing by, waiting for the show to start.

Both of them are dressed as slutty caricatures of their past selves.

Silvia is dolled-up as a sexy wizard (even though that isn't technically what she is). She's wearing a goofy pointed hat, a bunch of gaudy stage jewelry, thigh-high hooker boots that make her look quite a bit taller than she is, and a thin and incredibly gauzy robe that could double as a nightgown.

Underneath that outerwear, the only things protecting her modesty are a pair of pasties that barely cover her nipples, and a G-string that does absolutely nothing to shield her meaty ass.

Hilda is fairing little better. All she gets is a chainmail bikini, high heels, a cape, and a helmet that covers her face.

A surprisingly large crowd has gathered to witness the show. Evidently word of their saucy performance has been heavily promoted.

"And now," Yallah proudly declares as the crowd grows quit. "The show you've all been waiting for... the battle... of the sluts!"

The sexy slaves squirm at their humiliating introduction as the crowd cheers.

"G-good luck..." Hilda murmurs, her knees shaking and her heart pounding as she tries to cover her bare, exposed, paunchy belly with her hands.

"Y-you too..." Silvia squeaks back as they climb up on the stage.