Her sword and more

Hilda's getting angry now. She's obsessed with wiping that smirk off Milly's face and getting even. Without even thinking about the consequences, she plunks down her sword and snatches the dice away from Milly.

You're going to beat her this time. You're going to beat her, and get your armor back, and your clothes, and then you're going to strip her naked and see how she likes it.

She's so distracted thinking up humiliating things she'll make Milly do that she fails to see the pips magically shifting on the dice as she rolls them.

Hilda flings them into the bowl with all of her might, convinced that this time, this time she'll win, only to see they rolled... all 1s again.

She lets out a banshee-like cry of anguish at her latest loss. She slaps her hands on the ground as tears well up in her eyes.

Her opponent grabs the dice and begins to roll, but it's really just a formality at this point, and soon enough she's taking her new sword and tossing it in the bag.

"Well, I do believe that's everything," she says with a smile as she begins to shoulder her backpack.

"WAIT!" Hilda cries out, her face red with a mix of anger and shame. "I've got something else to bet. But if I win this time, then not only do I get everything back, but you have to do what I say."

"And what could you have that could possibly be worth all that?" She asks in a sickeningly innocent tone.

"My keep," Hilda says. "I'll wager my keep, the land its on, and all my other possessions against you. But when I win, you have to become my ****."

"Fine," she says as she drops her bag on the floor once more. "But I'm going first this time. It's more dramatic that way."

She blows on the dice and rolls them again, but as she's throwing them, her wrist turns at an awkward angle, messing up her throw. The dice bounce into the dish and this time she gets... only a 4!

Hilda's heart leaps into her throat. She can feel all of her bad luck flying away! She starts laughing. Not a normal happy laughter, but the crazy kind like someone who's delirious from eating one too many of the elves' special mushrooms.

She picks up the dice, letting out a deep breath as she starts to shake them. Milly's confidence appears to have suddenly evaporated and is looking on with grave concern. Hilda throws the dice and gets...

...

...

3.

She sits there in stunned silence as the weight of what just happened slowly starts to sink in.

I'VE LOST EVERYTHING!

My armor, my sword, my clothes, my keep, everything! It's all gone!

Tears well up in her eyes. Her breath becomes ragged as her chest tightens.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!?

Milly draws up a piece of paper (where did that come from?) and slides a pen into Hilda's limp and unresponsive hand. She squeezes it shut, and lifts it to the paper, wiggling the knight's hand around so she can sign away her life.

I've got nothing left.

She stares in shock at her bare feet.

"Well, that's it," Milly says as she makes a show of dusting off her hands.

Nothing left...

"Oh look, the rain's stopped, I guess I'll be on my way..."

Nothing...?

Hilda suddenly comes out of her stupor and grabs Milly by the hand.

"Please give me one last roll! You can keep my armor, my sword and the land and the keep and everything else, but at least give me one last try to win back my clothes!"

The once-powerful knight is on her knees, naked and trembling. Her breasts and nethers are completely on display.

"The thought of being alone in the wilderness, completely naked and **** is more than I can bear, let alone the utter humiliation I'll feel when I finally run into someone."

Hilda's face gets a little redder at the thought, and she subconsciously bites her lip.

"I'm already going to be the laughing stock of the kingdom when word gets out about what happened. At least give me this last chance, please?"

"And what do I get if I win...?" asks Milly asks, her tail wagging excitedly behind her (and conveniently just outside Hilda's line of vision).