It's the best one she's gonna get...

Hilda lets out a sigh and agrees to the deal.

What other choice do I have?

The goblin smiles a toothy grin up at her and starts cutting the ropes, taking extra care to ensure she doesn't damage her new booty.

What is she even going to do with them? It's not like they'll fit her.

The rest of the goblins have since surrounded her, cutting off any chance for escape. Their leader finishes cutting the last rope. Hilda takes a moment to enjoy her new-found freedom by moving her arms and scratching her nose. But the revelry is cut short by the bossy goblin.

"Come on, hurry up! A deal's a deal!" She tugs on the trousers as two of her minions point sharpened sticks at Hilda. "Gimme!"

Hilda pulls the shirt over her head and drops it on the ground, to the excited squealing of the goblins.

Her face gets warmer at the thought of stripping for a bunch of goblins armed with little more than some sticks and a rusty knife.

This is so humiliating!

Next come the pants. Hilda had already lost her belt, so it's just a mater of sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them. As soon as they come off the goblins cheer again, partly at the thought of getting loot, and partly at the idea of getting to **** one of those human jerks.

"Ok, you got what you want," Hilda says, trying not to shiver too much at the thought of standing in her underwear out in the middle of nowhere while an excitable group of goblins leers at her. "You're going to let me go now, right?"

"Not yet," says the leader. "I wanna get a good look at you. Put your hands on your head and twirl around," she says, gesturing with her a knife to let the knight know it's an order, not a request.

Hilda sighs and start to slowly comply.