Up the dark corridor

As Hilda ascended the dark, forboding spiral staircase, she had to admit that things were looking a bit better than they had been in her waiting room. Now, that wasn't saying much, and she may have been stretching to find something worth being optimistic about, but the pathway was objectively better-constructed than the one she'd used earlier. The walls had real brickwork in them, and the floor was smooth and devoid of pointy stones, which her bare feet were grateful for. The only part that wasn't smooth was the guard constantly pushing her forward.

"Fes, Sk'ittm'aa." The guard yelled, wielding his spear in her direction. Hilda was still perplexed by this title she'd been given, and wished the interpreter could be more helpful. He'd thus far ignored her requests for translations, which struck her as rude. She'd have to report this behavior to Pookie when they met; it was unbecoming of servants to treat a dignitary like this.

Hilda's mind lingered on the drow queen. What was this woman like to have such odd customs? The denuded knight assumed holding meetings naked must be the rule around here, so was the queen already naked herself? What did she look like stripped of all the royal jewels, robes, and fanfare? Maybe she was a big girl like Hilda was with a graspable ass and boobies hanging off her chest like bells. Hilda could just see herself sitting in the same room as her, both of them naked and enjoying a soak, as their eyes locked on one another's, growing bigger as they inched closer and closer together until finally-

Another yell from the guard snapped Hilda out of her wet daydream. She clapped her hands against her cheeks, chiding herself for having such a naughty fantasy. Pookie was royalty, so it was completely improper to imagine her in such an obscene position. No matter how hot it may or may not be. Hilda licked up a blob of drool that had dribbled from her open mouth and gingerly placed her hands over her pussy to stop anything from leaking. Hopefully the guards would let her wash her hands before the meeting.

The translator just stared at the dripping slave girl in disbelief. Were all surface slaves this slutty? If so, the queen might have more reason to form an alliance with the human kingdom after all.

After a short walk, they finally reached what Hilda assumed was the main floor of the castle. The dark indigo bricks has shifted to a royal violet color, and banners could now be seen along the high walls. More guards were also posted along the hallway, and their unflinching stares sent a chill down Hilda's spine. Knowing that all these common folk were looking at her naked body, now covered in sweat and her own pussy juices, threatened to make both her face and juicer burn up with embarassment. To be so exposed in front of the masses, even if it was the custom, was so humiliating that the poor knight threatened to relieve her sexual tension right there in front of them. Pressing her hands against her pussy to stop it from leaking was not helping her predicament either; she just hoped none of the guards could see the fluid leaking between her fingers.

The final walk was more strenuous as Hilda tried to keep herself from cumming. She turned her feet inward and crossed her legs slightly to avoid bursting like a dam, much to the frustration of her escorts. The cold tip of the guard's spear poked her in the patootie, which almost sent her roiling over, but she kept her composure and continued marching on. She was a proud knight of the human realm and knew her place was not to soil herself like a lowly tavern wench. Being naked was no excuse to act like a hussy.

Hilda braced herself as the translator gestured to a big set of silvery wooden doors. "This way." Hilda figured this was the meeting room, so she was about to see Pookie in all her glory. Had she gone through such a walk of shame herself on the way here? Was she as sweaty and horny as Hilda was? How long would she have to hold herself back before she would be left alone to relieve the tension in he loins? Thoughts of the actual diplomatic purpose of her visit were not at the front of her mind, but they'd probably come about sooner or later. Hilda smiled as the guard opened the door and revealed the other side.

The meeting room was not, in fact, a sauna or a bathhouse or anywhere else where being naked would be expected. Pookie was not undressed, but wearing all the black and silver finery that was expected of a royal monarch. Hilda set foot into the royal throne room, and suddenly felt much more naked than before.

And then she came on the floor.