The girls call it a night

Hilda and Silvia lie there on the stage in each others' arm, naked, exhausted, and utterly content.

Their show is over, but both girls don't particularly feel like moving.

"Let's give them another round of applause!" Maggalla says as she moves to the stage.

The crowd obliges and while its doing so, Yallah tells their two other slaves, the babushka-clad Elves to go up and help drag Hilda and Silvia off stage.

The put-upon workers do as they're told and tenderly help the two performers get up and then out of the spotlight.

"You did good," Yallah says as Hilda and Silvia are escorted away. "We'll talk more later."

Her words fly over the exhausted performers who both simply mewl as they are taken back to their tiny shared quarters.

"Thanksh..." Silvia mumbles as the two elves set her and Hilda down on a bed and then leave, muttering in the native tongue the whole time before closing the door.

The two women look at each other. Neither bothers trying to cover up. Afterall, they've both seen everything the other has to offer.

The room is deafly quiet as they sit there, each woman waiting for the other to say something first as each of them suddenly becomes quite shy.