They aren't sure

The two women lie there completely exposed, not sure what to do as the crowd burns the beautiful image of these two naked nobles into their collective brains.

"What... what did we just do?" Hilda asks in a hushed, shame-filled tone, clearly aware of the answer to her question.

Victoria squirms and shifts, her face flushed. She doesn't want to address the issue either.

"Keep going!" Shouts a rowdy drunkard from the crowd. "Ow!"

"Shut up! You're ruining the moment!" Snaps the naughty drow, her voice becoming more and more identifiable as this farce drags on.

"We... we can't stay here... like... this... can... can we?" Hilda whispers to the redhead she is currently lying on top of.

"No," Victoria admits.

"Um... should we...?" Hilda nervously asks.

Victoria nods as Hilda rolls off of her.

The curvy, deliciously plump knight let's out a little grunt (of which she will adamantly insist it is not a 'fatty grunt') as she exerts herself and climbs off of her fellow noble, and assumes a crawling position on her hands and knees that flashes her ample ass and perfect (in its own way) pussy to the crowd.

As Hilda flashes the crowd, Victoria meakly sits up, her hands cupping her impressive breasts.

She looks directly at the mostly silent, red-faced crowd, and is greeted by countless looks of lust and desire.

The redhead blushes herself as one of her hands shoots down between her legs to try to cover her precious (and ample!) fur pelt while her other arm smashes against her impressive rack.

Finally, Victoria speaks as the heftier (but no less deserving of lust and desire) Hilda struggles to stand on wobbly legs.

"Um... Hilda...?" Victoria murmurs as she feels dozens I'd pairs of eyes examining her every curve and exposed inch of skin. "What do we do?"

Hilda lazily looks over her shoulder, unintentionally striking a highly sexual pose that will power the masturbatory fantasies of multiple people for decades.

The naked knight's eyes go wide as she feels her lower lips grow wet again.

"G-Gods! There's so many of them!" The woman pants as her knees knock and her hand slips down to her lower lips (whether to cover them or to mearly rub them is a matter of debate to this day). "And they can see every thing!"