Jenny Archer from yesterday

"You?!" Jenny spat as she looked on incredulously at Hilda. "You're Hilda Brandt?! The so-called 'mightiest knight in the land'?!"

Hilda blushed and looked away, her hands automatically going to cover herself as she remembered yesterday, despite the fact she was now fully clothed.

"You two know each other?" Sally asked as she poked her head in the room.

"Not now, Sally," Hilda barked, her face going red.

Sally yelped and skittered away, afraid she might upset Hilda more.

"What do you want?" The humiliated and blushing knight growled as she turned back to Jenny.

"I... I came here to seek out a new lord to serve," Jenny responded. "I wasn't about to serve no pervert."

Hilda squeezed her thighs together at the memory of Lord Hunkington, completely naked and pressing his manhood against her.

"I want to be a knight, but..." Jenny stifled a laughter as Hilda pouted at her. "I don't think you're the right choice for the job."

"And why's that!?" Hilda spat, her hands clenching into fists as her face grew warmer, this time, not from shame, but from anger.

"Oh, you know why, porky," Jenny giggled. "I mean, you must have done a lot of favors to get where you are, looking like that..."

"Sh-shut up! I'm the greatest warrior around!" Hilda shot back.

"If you're the best around, I'll be taking that title in no time!" Jenny bounced back.

"Oh... oh yeah?" Hilda replied, her anger cutting in to her ability to come up with a snappy retort, not that she was ever especially good with coming up with those on the fly.

"Yeah," Jenny said as she moved in on Hilda, her impressive size and bulk intimidating the emotionally ****, out-of-shape, older woman. "And I'll prove it!"

Hilda gulped nervously. "H-how are you going to do that?"

The older knight's tummy was filling with butterflies as she thought back on all those trashy romance novels she had read.

Was Jenny going to **** her with the knowledge of Hilda's shameful activities the other day?