A naked policewoman's lot is not a happy one

As Helga tried desperately to cover her enormous breasts and her embarrassingly large bush from public view, she glared at Von Smallhausen, who, as usual, seemed intent on doing little more than standing around and staring. In this case, Helga found this to be especially embarrassing since it seemed fairly obvious that the main thing he was staring at was her!

"Just don't stand there like an idiot, Von Smallhausen," said Helga. "Get me some clothing."

"From where, Helga?" asked Von Smallhausen. "This is an inn, not a clothing store."

"Well, in that case, lend me your jacket," said Helga.

"But I'm not sure it's your size," said Von Smallhausen.

"I don't care if it's my size or not!" cried Helga. "I just need some kind of covering and that's the closest thing available."

"Okay," said Von Smallhausen as he took off his jacket. "Take it."

However, no sooner did Von Smallhausen bring the jacket within Helga's reach than it was snatched away by an invisible party and thrown halfway across the room.

"That was my best jacket!" cried Von Smallhausen.

"Well, it obviously wasn't me that threw it," said Helga. "Now go fetch it. And hurry."

As Von Smallhausen shuffled across the room to retrieve his jacket, Helga hastily waved her arms, hoping to come in contact with the invisible person who had stripped her of her clothing. But the only thing she accomplished was exposing herself to all the other people in the inn, most of whom had a good laugh at the naked policewoman who was voluntarily showing off her breasts.

Helga blushed and tried to ignore the laughter. But a part of her found it unsettling. She was not supposed to be laughed at. She was supposed to be the one who laughed at others.

Meanwhile, Lucy Westenra observed Helga's situation from her table and said, "Herr Flick, I do believe your secretary is out of uniform. As picturesque as the sight of her is, I do believe that you have the duty to do something about that."

"How my secretary chooses to dress is none of your concern, Fraulein," said Herr Flick. "Now about this trip of yours..."

"Oh, the heck with the trip," said Lucy. "The poor girl looks like she's in trouble. Tara, tell Susan to attend to that girl straightaway."

"Susan has already done so, Mistress Westenra," said Tara.

"Then have Fifi and Brunhilde bring the poor girl some clothes," said Lucy. "As much as I appreciate the sight of an unclad maiden, she definitely looks like she would be more comfortable if she had something to put on -- and I definitely prefer my women to be comfortable."

"Very well, Mistress Westenra," said Tara. "It will be done."

"That was nice of you," said Mina.

"Well, yes, it was," said Lucy. "But you shouldn't act so surprised. I've been nice to people before."

"My secretary is fully capable of handling her own problems and I care not for the cavalier way you have chosen to interfere with police business," said Herr Flick.

"Oh, shut up, you little man," said Lucy. "If I wish to do your secretary a good deed, that's ultimately my business, not yours."

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" asked a familiar voice with a posh English accent.

Lucy and Mina looked up and saw the man who, upon their last meeting, had introduced himself as Dr. Henry Jekyll.

"Ah, Doctor Jekyll," said Lucy. "How nice to see you here. Are you here in Transylvania on business or for pleasure?"

Doctor Jekyll smiled at them and then took a drink from his hip flask.

"Both, I believe," he said.