Head to the sauna

After a moments pause in the entry hall, you decide to head for the sauna. The steam room sounds like exactly what you need to chase any lingering chill from your bones. Nodding to the sauna master, you enter the men's changing room, happy to find no people or clothes inside. You quickly strip off your armored cloak, mud-encrusted boots, and the rest of your clothing, tired enough that you drop it in a pile in the middle of the changing room floor instead of one of the baskets.

You find the sauna blissfully empty, and ease yourself down onto one of the wooden benches. You can already feel the heat and steam relaxing your knotted muscles. You relax for what feels like an eternity, feeling each sword swing slowly unravel itself from your weary arm, when a scraping sound from the direction of the women's changing room breaks your reverie.

The door swings open with a smash and a flash of long pink hair sweeps into the stream shrouded sauna. "I see I'm not the only one who hates being all sticky" Hilda says, bounding into the room, with nothing more than a cotton towel wrapped around her ample breasts. Much like her uniform, the terrycloth struggles to contain those mounds of flesh.

"Hey Professor!" She shouts gleefully, bubbly enthusiasm seemingly un-dulled by the last week she had spent marching through swamps and chopping the heads off of bandits. She cheerfully hops up the benches to sit down next to you. The bouncing threatens to dislodge her towel completely, and as she turns to sit you catch a glimpse of her ample thighs and neatly trimmed pubes. Seems the pink hair is all-natural.

As she sits down next you in the otherwise empty sauna, your cock quickly jumps to attention, straining against the fabric of your towel.