"Of course not.  If you don't want what we've given you, we can toss you out of the city wearing what you came in here with," she replied, the other two guards smirking behind her.<br/><br/>Just as the girls were afraid of, their outfits covered almost nothing.  Niarra's breasts squeezed out from underneath the shirt, and her piercings were clearly straining from underneath, making them incredibly obvious to anyone looking at her.  Lyla's own shirt was better, thankfully, but still showed off much more of her chest than she'd be comfortable with.  As they walked out of the cell, it was also clear that nearly any motion would cause the skirts to flutter, showing off her sex to anyone close enough to look.<br/><br/>Assuming they didn't protest further, the guards would usher them out of the guardhouse and into the city proper.  The sun had nearly set now, the girls having spent most of their day recovering from their ordeal.  As they looked around the city, it was becoming apparent that things were not going to be easy.  Most of the people they saw were drow, apparently going about business as usual.  The rest of the population were a mix of other races, but several things stood out.  While the drow were all reasonably clothed, nearly everyone else seemed to be wearing as little as possible, sometimes just rags.  Others looked like the rags would have been an improvement, wearing outfits similar to what the girls now wore, or even nothing at all.  Most of them were female, and nearly all of them were accompanying a drow.  It didn't take much to guess that just about everyone in the city was either a drow, or slave to a drow.