The show comes to an end

The little drow lies there, quivering and moaning as she basks in the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm she's ever had.

Hilda tenderly, and tiredly, administers a long, slow, sloppy string of kisses along the little dark elf's body, making her mewl in appreciation.

"Next time," Hilda whispers as she makes her way up Silvia's tummy to her flat chest. "M-maybe you can do the same to me...?"

The disgraced human looks up towards the drow, her own cheeks blushing a deep red.

The exhausted, panting Silvia simply nods and then weakly motions for Hilda to keep going.

After a few more little pecks across the drow's non-existent peaks, Hilda makes her way up to Silvia's face and gives her a long, soft, tender kiss on the lips.

The crowd is going absolutely wild, hooting and cheering and throwing coin after coin onto the stage as the two naked, exhausted beauties finish their *ahem* performance.

Even the cold and callous Yallah and Maggalla are impressed, especially when they spot all that gold and silver rolling about on stage.

They're going to make so much money off of these two...