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"These clothes..." Mahlly says as she runs Hilda's incredibly smooth and soft clothing through her fingers

These are so much nicer than mine! The druid thinks to herself. Maybe I could...

"Are they made using fair trade practices from sustainable sources?" The elf asks.

"I don't know..." Hilda sobs, she just wants this to end.

"Well, we don't want to risk angering the gods... better take them off too." Mahlly says with a smile.

Hilda sighs and does what she's told. Her pants pool at her ankles the moment she stops holding on to them, showing off her lovely panties once more (Mahlly really likes the cute little spider pattern on them). They are Hilda's greatest treasure and her most prized personal possession, a gift from a drow ambassador that... well... that's a tale for another time. They were also meant to be worn by a much smaller drow woman, and on Hilda's meaty frame they appear rather silly.

As Mahlly admires Hilda's undies, the knight is busy pulling her shirt over her head, exposing her lovely silk bra and...

Oh no! M-My girdie!

Mahlly gasps in shock.

Hilda's leather corset! The elf can see it!

"You...!" The druid sputters in faux outrage.

"I'm sorry!" Hilda whines as she drops her tunic on the ground, leaving her in just her underwear. "I... I forgot I was wearing it!" The knight lies, hoping Mahlly will believe her.

"Liar! Deceiver!" The druid theatrically shouts as she waves her hands around. "Do you have any idea what would have happened if you had brought your tainted wears into my perfect, untouched meadow?!"

"N-no..." Hilda whimpers even she places her hands over the offending garment and blushes in embarrassment. No one has ever seen her girdle before, outside of maybe one or two of her most trusted servants.

"I should banish you from this place and bar you forever from ever gazing upon such untouched splendor!" The elf acts as if she's about to strike her trembling victim. "But... perhaps this is a test from the gods... yes that's exactly what it is!"

"A test?" Hilda looks at Mahlly and cocks her head in confusion, like a dog.

"Yes... to see if I can make a nature-lover out of even the most civilized person! Of course! It all makes sense now!" Mahlly says as she starts muttering strange words in elvish that Hilda doesn't understand.

"It... it does?" Hilda asked as she nervously tries to back away from the increasing unhinged elf. "Um... m-maybe I should go..."

"You're not going anywhere!" The druid says in a booming voice as she pounds her knotted walking stick against a tree next to the half-naked Hilda.

The nervous human lets out an eep! of terror and stops moving.

"But I have to make sure you are not hiding any other affronts to the gods." Mahlly says as she hungrily eyes Hilda's panties. "Strip."

Hilda gulps.

"Strip!" Mahlly demands once more as she pounds her staff against the tree.