Hilda still has a long way to go

"Is... is that leather?!" Mahlly asks in a mixture of outrage and disgust as she pointed at Hilda's boots.

"Um... yes?" The noblewoman admits, as her knees knock together and she nervously starts to twiddle her thumbs. Mahlly could be very scary when she wanted to.

"Do you have any idea how many poor little cows had to be killed, just so you could wear those on your big, disgusting feet?!" The elf angrily shouts, mere inches from Hilda's face.

"I... I didn't know!" Hilda whines, her eyes shut tight. She's having flashbacks to when she was a child and her stern parents would yell at her for spilling her juice on one of the family's many tapestries. "I'm sorry!"

"That's no excuse!" The druid growls. "Get rid of those immediately, you... you... animal hater!"

Without even thinking, Hilda drops to her knees and instantly starts to unlace her boots. They had cost her as much as a peasant makes in two years, but now, they might as well have been on fire for as quickly as she was trying to get them off. In her haste, she ends up ripping the laces as she tears her boots off, leaving her feet exposed.

"You monster..." Mahlly spits out as she shakes her head. Hilda looks like she's about ready to cry. "You don't have any other leather do you?"

"Um... m-my coin pouch..." the increasing cowed knight says as she quickly pulls it off her belt. "Oh! And..." she blushes as her hands start trembling. "And my belt too."

Before the druid can even bark another order out, Hilda is yanking them off her body and tossing them to the side. Of course, without her belt for support, her breeches start to sag down her curvy hips.

Hilda squeaks in embarrassment as she briefly flashes her lovely spidersilk panties to Mahlly, but then quickly pulls her pants back up. Her cheeks are as red as a tomato.

"You don't have anything else made out of leather, do you?" The druid asks imperiously.

Hilda blushes and shakes her head. "N-no..." she lies, too ashamed to mention she is wearing a girdle around her untoned tummy.

"And I suppose your coin pouch is absolutely full of shaped metal, isn't it?" The elf says in a mixture of contempt and greed. "Walking around all day with so much... civilized wealth on your body. Doing whatever you like. Buying whatever you want..." Mahlly trails off as her foot subtlety kicks Hilda's sack of gold away from her other possessions.

"I..." Hilda stammers before sighing and slumping. "Yes."

"You really are a shining example of everything wrong with the world," the druid declares as she looks the trembling, embarrassed human over.

With her armor removed, the normally mighty and intimidating knight is wearing a matching set of silk breeches and tunic, which now that her belt is gone, she's being **** to hold up with her own hands.

Her feet are bare, and getting quite dirty now that there's nothing separating them from the elements.

"Can... can I go now?" Hilda whimpers in a voice more suited to a freshly scolded scullery maid than a great warrior.