Not much

Greta huffs and puffs as she makes her way back to the still clueless Belinda.

The naked queen is sitting there in the dirt, a bored look on her face as the sounds of an orgy surround them.

"Your majesty!" The sweaty, chubby maid pants as she returns. "I found something!"

Greta's enthusiasm quickly wanes when she realizes what she is holding.

"Oh..." the maid mumbles her own cheeks turning red again.

"Well?" Belinda asks.

Greta has managed to steal a men's canvas shirt, one sock, and a tattered home spun dress that is practically falling apart in her hands. Worse still, the dress was obviously meant for a woman not as... well fed... as either the queen or her servant.

"It... it's lovely," Greta lies as she contemplates which of these rags appear to be nicer, so she can keep it for herself.

"Excellent!" The queen leaps to her feet with a surprising amount of speed and energy.

Greta blinks and blushes as she looks away as the monarch's soft belly jiggles and shakes.

The queen lifts her arms over her head and closes her eyes as she waits for Greta to dress her.