Makeover!

Piahla drags the naked noble into a rather shabby looking building. At its center is a large natural spring, that's used for most of the castle's needs.

"Hop in, you stink," the elf says curtly.

Hilda winces at the insult, but nervously complies. The water is colder than she expected, but still feels good against her weary body.

Piahla handed Hilda a bar of soap to clean her body while the elf shampooed the knight's hair.

Despite everything else going wrong for her today, the bath does feel pretty nice, and soon the tension is flowing out of Hilda's body as she soaps herself up.

The bossy elf matron is massaging away at Hilda's hair (the knight had genuinely missed that part of her service), but it's slow going.

"Your hair is awful. You haven't been taking care of it. When was the last time you properly brushed it?"

Hilda blushed red, the mild scolding instantly taking her back to her childhood. "Um..."

"It doesn't matter," the elf said, stepping way for a moment and then returning with a pair of scissors. "We're just going to have to start over."

Hilda wanted to protest, to scream 'no!' and put this servant in her place. Hilda loved her long hair, its what made her standout and really feel like a woman, especially in a job that was dominated by men, but the scowl on the elf's face instantly put the younger woman in her place. "...ok..." Hilda answered meekly.

Soon, her long locks were flying as Piahla cut them away, leaving Hilda with a short pixie cut.

"You obviously haven't been taking care of your personal hygiene," Piahla chided. "Stand up, lets get a look at the rest of you."