Silvia

Silvia sashays towards center stage, gyrating her hips and occasionally stopping to twerk her shapely booty in a sluttily seductive manner.

The little drow's cheeks blush in a mixture of pride, arousal, and embarrassment as the crowd whoops, hollers, and toss coins upon the stage.

Urged on by their enthusiasm, Silvia bites her lip and turns away from the crowd as her heart pounds away in her flat chest. She squats down with her legs wide apart, and then briefly lifts her thin, gauzy robe above her waist to better display her ass and its tiny, barely-there G-String.

The crowd erupts with raucous, rowdy applause and lewd shouts of encouragement.

Silvia grins look a fool as she stands up, lowers her rob back below her bum and turns to look at Hilda.

The scantily-clad human has of course been utterly mesmerized by the sight of her dancing companion.

She stands there biting her lip and squeezing her thighs together. Her pussy is soaked, and everyone would be being treated to the sexy sight of a spreading wet spot on her panties were it not for the fact she is wearing a chainmail bikini.

Instead, Silvia only gets a slight inclination as to the effect her dance has had on Hilda when the nearly-naked knight struts towards the center stage, and the smell in the air changes.

"You... you really are a dirty girl, aren't you?" Hilda asks as she looks at the hard-breathing dark elf.

Silvia nods and then twirls past her.

"Think you can do better?" The drow asks.

Hilda steels her resolve. She's not losing this time without a fight.