Negotiations go... about how you'd expect

"So will you help us?" Victoria asks the farmer as she bats her eyes and tries to put on her sweetest, non-yellingest voice. "We would be ever so grateful, wouldn't we... Hilda?"

Victoria turns to look at her scowling, half-naked companion.

Victoria had been sure to embellish their story, blaming Hilda for all their problems and mishaps up to this point, and just generally throwing her under the bus (well cart, I guess).

"That's quite a story," the farm girl says as she greedily eyes these two, helpless highbornes. "And I would love to help you..."

Victoria's eyes light up as a toothy grin emerges from between her pursed lips.

"But..." Hilda asks, already aware of where this is going.

"But," the farm girl grins, "I am not going to town. I am going home, and if I am late, I am going to be in a whole mess of trouble..."

Victoria whimpers, clearly not picking up on the peasant's obvious cues.

"Unless we pay you," Hilda flatly replies.

She's been shaken down and swindled and blackmailed enough after going on disastrous adventures to know what's going to happen next.

"Well, if you can make it worth my while, ma might not yell at me for coming home after dark..." The farm girl says.

"Great!" The pampered Victoria squeals in glee. "Whatever it is, it's yours!"

"No, wait..." Hilda tries to interject, but the damage is done.

"Well," the greedy, giddy farmer says as she leers at them like a hungry wolf eying two sheep. "I like them boots..."

"Fine!" Victoria declares without consulting her companion. "Hilda, give her your boots."

Hilda glowers and mutters as she walks over to a nearby log and starts to unlace them.

"I just broke these in..." The now-barefoot knight grumbles as pulls them off.

"Wow! Talk about hooves! Your feet are huge!" Victoria laughs, not giving up any chance to be petty and cruelly tease her rival/escort.

"They... they aren't that big..." Hilda quietly says, a bit of genuine hurt creeping into her voice as her face grows red.

"OK, so we can get going now, right?" Victoria asks as she drapes her too-long skirt over her own bigger-than-average feet before anyone has a chance to notice them.

"Well, not yet," the farm girl says, knowing full well she has these two over a barrel. "Those boots are a good start, but I am going to need more..."

"Like what?" Victoria asks, her palms growing moist as sweat starts to bead on her forehead.

The farmer looks at Hilda's tattered shirt. She could probably get it mended pretty easily, and it does look very warm...

"How about that shirt of yours?" The farm girl asks. "It's pretty warm out here, and you're just going to throw it away when you get home anyway."

"Now wait a minute..." Hilda says, her voice growing higher in pitch as she starts to blush even harder.

"Give it to her, Hilda," Victoria commands. "It's yours!" The redhead declares to the farmer as she moves towards Hilda and starts to yank it off her.

Hilda wants to fight back, but her sense of modesty instead forces her to try in vain to cover her now even more exposed body.

"Don't look!" The knight squeals as the farmer and Victoria both get a great look at what Hilda was hiding under her blouse.