Hilda makes a bold statement

"I'm... I'm not your mistress anymore," Hilda says, her body trembling. "I don't deserve that kind of respect after today."

She bites her lip as she thinks back about all the naughty things she did with those bandits.

Those were definitely not very lady-like...

"From now on, just call me Hilda," the former noble declares, practically creaming herself at the thought. It's an utterly empty and symbolic gesture at this point, but doing it just makes her feel so *deliciously* powerless...

"I'm... I'm just like you..." Hilda says as another wave of magic courses through her body, making her shake in pleasure as she feels herself becoming weaker in mind and body. "A naked... helpless... vulnerable little girl in the woods..."

Hilda is practically panting with need at this point as her juices trickle down her thighs.

Sally, ever the loyal servant, mistakes her former mistress's tone and body language for someone suffering from a powerful melancholy. She kneels down and embraces Hilda from behind, her hard little nipples and wonderfully thick bush serving only to further stimulate the disgraced noble.

Sally rests her head on Hilda's shoulder as she tenderly rubs the knight's arms. They feel so much softer and flimsier than the stewardess had imagined, not that she minds.

"Things will get better... Hilda," Sally whispers, her cheeks blushing as she says her crush's name for the first time as an equal. "I promise."