Time to do the front

"It is time to massage your front. You must roll onto your back," says one of the men.

Silvia obeys without question. She's loving this and never wants it to end. Hilda feels a little more embarrassed about staring at a man as he rubs her down, but she's horny, and this feels too good to stop now. She obeys, nervously resting her hands on her boobs as she blushes and looks away, trying to avoid eye contact.

I... I feel so exposed...

Hilda nervously rubs her thighs together, biting her lip to keep from moaning out.

"You must rest your arms at your sides," commands the masseuse.

Hilda meekly obeys, blushing even more as she exposes her hard nipples to this stranger. She still can't bring herself to look him in the eyes.

"Thank you," he says as he reaches for another pot of oil and pours the substance onto Hilda's soft, jiggly belly.

She squirms in embarrassment, she's always been self-conscious about her tummy, worrying that it made her look fat (it didn't).

Meanwhile, a serious of loud laughs and squeals breaks the relative silence of the room as the other masseuse starts to spread oil along Silvia's body.

"Ahhha! Kya! Kyaaaa! Aheehehee! Kyaaaaaaa!" She's arching her back and her hands are desperately clinging to the sides of the table as her man runs his hands along her belly and up the sides of her abdomen. Her eyes are closed and she's blushing brightly. Our dangerous, dominating drow is apparently very ticklish.

Her otherwise stoic masseuse is smiling, obviously enjoying Silvia's reaction.