One at a time, please.

"I'm sorry?" Hilda looked back, bewildered.

"I mean, I can't get a good look at the clothes if you're wearing everything at once. I need a good look at everything, so I'll need you to show off one item at a time, please."

Hilda was convinced this wasn't necessary at all, but given her dire straits, she didn't exactly have a choice. She slowly unfurled her cape and let it fall to the floor, exposing her red rear end to the audience briefly to a chorus of cheers. Hilda then placed her hat on the floor next to it and, not wanting to take a risk of wasting more time, slipped off her shoes as well, leaving her barefoot on the hard wooden floor.

The merchant nodded. "Very good, now proceed." Hilda nodded slowly and started walking across the stage, watching where she put her feet to avoid splinters. Her arms flared out around her hips to accentuate the hem of her dress. As she turned to move across the stage, she could see bar patrons fanning their hands towards the stage. Confused, she looked down and saw that the wind they were blowing towards her was making her dress fly up, exposing her crotch and butt. Hilda blushed, whether from embarrassment or being turned on by the attention she couldn't tell, but didn't dare try to flatten her dress. Better to just move along and get it over with.

After walking across the stage several times, Hilda heard the merchant say, "I think we've seen enough of this one, let's move on."

Hilda nodded. "Is there a place I can change?"

"Does this place look like one with a dressing room?" The merchant snidely replied, prompting drunken giggles from the rest of the tavern. "Just change up there, we don't have time."

Hilda was tempted to argue, but he made a good point. It was already past sunset, and if she wanted to get paid before having to sleep outside, she had to move quickly. That meant no complaining.

Without even thinking, Hilda slipped her dress up over her arms and revealed her shimmering nude body to the entire tavern. She immediately regretted this decision when the crowd erupted into horny cheers. Quickly, Hilda instinctively covered herself with her hands before kneeling down and grabbing the cape from the floor. The knight wrapped the leaves around herself and tied them in place around her neck. Unfortunately, it was only long enough to barely cover her ass and left her entire front, bush and all, completely unobstructed.

She looked to the merchant, her eyes expectant, as he nodded for her to begin walking. This walk was far accompanied by more raucous cheering than the previous had been, seeing as her boobs and bush were very very visible this time. Hilda did her best not to rush so as to give her patron a good view of the product. She felt like a dummy in a store display, being ogled at by so many people. And it felt... better than she would like to admit. Not that she was interested in any of these men, she was happily married and in love with her husband. Still, being seen naked like this was exhilarating, almost as much as sex.

For what felt like an hour, Hilda walked across that stage, stopping only to change outfits. She was never allowed more than one item at a time so as not to "confuse the male gaze" as her merchant said. Finally, after Hilda had modeled all twelve of her clothing items, her feet sore and blistered from her runway walk, the merchant stood up, clapping his hands together and saying...