A small brush

Bralite handed Morgala a dusting brush, easily the smallest tool in the chest. "This should be fine for your first time."

Morgala held the little implement curiously, turning it in her hand like it was hiding something somewhere. "What do I do with this?"

"Just clean the rocks you bring in. Making sure the gems have as few impurities as possible is part of the process. Oh, also," Bralite turned and reached back into inside the chest. Morgala's eyes lingered on the dwarf's incredibly toned ass cheeks as she dug around. It struck her just how much more muscle the dwarves in this mine had on her. The difference was staggering, even after she'd been travelling with Thurkla and Takoff, and it sat in her like a rock in her belly.

Will I be able to have that muscle if I work hard enough? She thought to herself. I wonder if Thurkla would like that. Me, all tough and beefy. Her mind started to drift to images of carrying her girlfriend bridal-style, her arms and thighs bulging with muscles. She'd been self-conscious about her weight for a long time, but she'd never dared fantasize this much. It was enough to make her sweat, if she wasn't already drenched from the heat of the cave.

Bralite stood up and cleared her throat, bringing Morgala out of her fantasy. The stark naked dwarf held out a small cloth rag which seemed to glow slightly against the deep lavender of Bralite's skin. "This should help, too. Just make sure not to lose it." Bralite chuckled at the idea of losing the bright white cloth in the luminescent cave. Morgala turned the cloth over in her hands, her mind wandering to the rag that had been Thurkla's sole possession just a couple of days prior. She thought this was poetic in some way, though she couldn't state why.

Bralite cracked her knuckles. "I'll be just down this cavity," she pointed to a vein opposite the one she'd directed the trio to. Morgala could only see a short distance into it before it sharply descended, dipping below her line of sight. "I'll be able to hear you lot if there's any problems. Though," she looked over Morgala's shoulder, "I doubt there will be."

Thurkla and Takoff were hacking away at the remaining deposits in their own vein. Thurkla was slamming her sledgehammer into the wall, breaking off pieces of shale to expose the edges of the remaining gemstones. Sweat glistened off her biceps and thighs, shimmering in the light of the fairy lamps. Her wet hair waved behind her as she swung her hammer, dripping sweat onto the ground with every whip her arms made. Takoff was also radiant, her relatively smaller frame perfectly silhouetted against the turquoise lights. Her smooth skin, almost seemed to glow a bright gold, and the ends of her hair peeking out from under her hat brushed against her neck and shoulders in an enticing dance. Her hands were firmly gripped over hammer and chisel, and she was breaking off small gemstones from the wall and letting them fall into a box at her feet. Morgala got a clear view of the dwarf's astounding ass, which she'd paid little mind to before out of courtesy. The small jiggles her cheeks made with every slight motion of her arms nearly put Morgala in a trance.

Bralite smirked at her chubby new coworker and patted her on the shoulder. "Just don't get into too much trouble before the day is done." The duergar turned and walked down into her own shaft, letting the down-bad elf gawk at her magnificent shoulder blades and ass cheeks until she ducked out of sight. It was a tease, but they all liked to tease the newbies. And these ones would definitely appreciate that.

Morgala, still holding her brush and rag, cautiously made her way into the vein where her friends were working and pondered where she should start working.