Hilda's room service

"Hilda, I was serious about needing help with my room." Sylvain said.

"Aww, that's too bad." Hilda said in mock sympathy.

"So, would you please come to my room and help me clean it?" He asks politely.

"Sure." She turns around and confirms, before a look comes over her face. "Why did I say that?"

"Well then, please follow me." Sylvain says with a smile, Hilda following him as he walked over towards the dorms, still a bit alarmed she was going a long with this. upon reaching his dorm room, Sylvain opened the door and let Hilda walk inside in front of him. "Could you get started on my bed, I sort of realized we need to grab some supplies." He said, closing the door and walking off to get a broom, soap, bucket, and a washcloth.

Hilda was started working on the sheets. "Why am I doing this..." She whined as she took the sheets off... and felt a spot that seemed to have been stained with something. "What is this..." She looks at it closely, suddenly picking up a distinct scent. "I-is this cum!?" Hilda said, blushing. She had started to feel up to cleaning his room, in spite of her previous apprehension, but now she just wanted to leave! She was thinking this as she finished making the sheets, her face blushing in frustration. Hearing the door open again, she jumped in surprise as she looked at who it was.

Sylvain had returned, carrying the soapy bucket and a handful of other cleaning supplies from the Garreg Mach's supply closet. "Sorry for the delay." He said with a casual grin. Hilda's face was beet red as he looked about the place. "hmm, you don't want you're clothes to get dirty, right?" The conflicted pinkette shook her head slightly. "Well then, you should probably take your clothes off to clean."

"A-all right..." She said, blushing hard, stripping out of her outfit while her brain was in panic mode. Why am I doing this!? and why am I enjoying it!?