A drinking game.

"Lets keep it simple," she says as she pulls out a small wooden bowl and a set of dice. "Whoever rolls higher gets to take another drink from the bottle. Sound good?"

"Eh, why not?"

Hilda was normally against any form of gambling, but this seemed pretty harmless.

Besides, it'll help pass the time, especially since I've run out of interesting stories to tell anyway.

She agrees to play and picks up the dice to start rolling.

The rounds go by quickly and in her favor, more often than not. Hilda wins four out of the six rounds she plays, happily guzzling away at this delicious wine. The **** is starting to get to her by then, and after the next round she is absolutely burning up.

The knight mindlessly pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it away, her modesty temporarily forgotten. She sighs in relief as the cool air passes over her now bare skin.

Milly's drunken giggling brings Hilda out of her reverie. "Oh, so that's the kind of game you want to play?"

The woman looks down at herself and realizes what she's just done, a slight blush spreads across her face.