A bath

Hilda looks Silvia over, and then gets a whiff of her own very fragrant body.

"I... I think we could both use a bath," Hilda says as she blushes and tries to cover her naked body.

Shame quickly returns to Silvia as well, and her hands fly up to cover her tiny breasts and leaking slit. "Y-yes..." she squeaks.

"Very well," says Hilda's masseuse.

"Follow us," says Silvia's, both men are once again stone faced, acting as if they hadn't just made the two women cum their brains out.

The two women try to stand up, but both find their legs have turned to jelly. Hilda catches herself on the massage table, but Silvia isn't so lucky. She falls forward, landing on her hands and knees directly at the feet of the man who just so thoroughly degraded her and fucked her silly.

"Will... will you carry me?" Silvia pitifully asks, looking like she could die from embarrassment.

Without a word, he scoops the little dark elf up into his arms and gives her a kiss on the lips. Her toes curl as she kicks her legs in joy and wraps her arms around his neck, loving another chance to be pampered even if she wont say it out loud.

"Do you also require assistance?" Hilda's masseuse asks her.

The naked knight blushes. "I... I think I can manage..." she says as she hobbles over to him.

Her legs give out a step before she reaches him, and she falls forward. He catches her and pulls her to his powerful, muscular chest. She looks up into his eyes as her honey pot starts to leak again. "Maybe not..."

He smiles back at her, gives her a kiss and gently picks her up, carrying her to the bath.