Belinda needs a bath

"A wise choice, your majesty," Sandy said, trying to flatter the foolish ruler. "But in your current, um... state, I think it would be wise if you took a bath first."

"Why?" Belinda scrunched her nose and took a whiff of the air. Her face blushed again. "...oh."

"Let's just throw something on you real quick to keep you decent until you can get to the bath," Sandy said. She was going to give the queen one of the pairs of cotton panties lying around, but just like the maids before her, Sandy realized those were actually nicer than what she had.

Sandy turned away from Belinda (even though the queen could only see vague blob shapes without her glasses) and tugged her own loose, itchy burlap panties off, setting them aside as she upgraded to one of the cotton ones.

"Here, your majesty," Sandy said as she took the old burlap and started to pull it up the queen's legs. On Belinda's thicker frame, it was quite a struggle to get them into place and they ended up ripping slightly.

"These are a bit itchy," complained the queen.

"They're an old pair, your majesty. We're just going to throw them away once you get to the bath. I figured you wouldn't want to ruin a good pair," Sandy said, trying to cover her tracks.

"Very well," sighed Belinda as she scratched at her covered cunny. "Bring me a dress now."

"I think a towel would work better, m'lady. It's a short walk and you don't want to ruin one of your pretty dresses," Sandy said.

"Fine," sighed the increasingly irritated queen.

Sandy bit her lip and looked over at the ratty linen sitting on the queen's bed. It had been taken from the trash in the servants' quarters and was too small to fit on the queen's bed anyway. The laundress took the tattered, threadbare sheet and wrapped it around the queen.

The two then left Belinda's chambers, the queen dressed now only in her crown, the itchy, ill-fitting burlap panties of her servant, and a tattered bed sheet.