Her hair

"We need to do something about your hair," Nahla says. "It's so... not girly."

Hilda furrows her brow and is about to angrily respond, (I love my hair, there's nothing wrong with it!) when the other maids agree.

"Yeah! It's awful!"

"I mean, who doesn't shave these days?"

"It's like she's got a fur pelt on down there!"

Wait, what?

Nahla sees the confusion on her mistress's face and giggles. "Lady Hilda, nobody keeps the hair on their crotch or their armpits these days, it's so old fashioned! These days everyone wants to be smooth there."

Hilda blushes and tries to look away as all her maids laugh at her.

"But... I like the way I look there," Hilda mumbles bashfully. "It... it makes me feel like a woman."

"Oh mistress!" Nahla and the other maids laugh. "You really need to get with the times!"

The unruly mob lifts Hilda up and sets her on the edge of the tub, while several sets of hands start to smother the knight's tender areas with sweetly scented creams.

One set assaults each armpit and leg, making the ticklish noble giggle nervously.

"H-hey! *giggle* s-stop thaaaaatt," Hilda pathetically whimpers between laughs.

Those protestations quickly turn to moans though when a very skilled set of hands snake their way down to the naughty knight's furburger.

"Oooooooo," Hilda hums as the cool cream clashes with her hot little hole. Her pussy lips open on their own, eager to entertain their latest visitor. The soapy suds turn into a frothy foam as the shaving aid comes into contact with the noble's own juices.

But they aren't done yet.

Hilda is hoisted up onto her wobbly legs as the numerous hands continue to grope and tease her.

If... if they don't stop soon... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I... I'll cum again!

"P-please! No more! It feels too goooooooooood!" Hilda wails as she loses her balance and falls right into Nahla's soft, ample bosom. The overwhelmed noble looks up at her servant with pleading eyes and blushing cheeks.

Nahla just looks down at her and smirks.