The maids get a nice severance package, courtesy of their generous ruler

With the thief taken care of and Belinda out like a light, the maids started going through the queen's wardrobe.

It was still full of pretty dresses and other clothes (for the moment). Greta had already taken Belinda's originals but the replacements she'd left were still quite nice, and better than anything the maids could ever hope to afford.

"Well, if we're going to quit this stinkin' job and have a fresh start, then we're going to need to look the part," said Jenny, the leader of the maids.

The four soon-to-be-former servants each pulled out a couple dresses that they liked, holding them in front of themselves to get an idea of how they would look wearing them. Belinda had a rather *ahem* rotund frame, but it was easy enough to have the dresses altered to fit their new owners.

"Look at this stuff," Jenny says. "I could sell this dress and live like a lord for years!"

One of the other maids, Karen, started going through the dresser drawers, looking for any other valuables worth taking.

"Look at all that underwear! It must all be silk," says Karen. She pulls out a pair of panties and sets them down on the bed. Then she hikes up her own dress and starts pulling down her own underwear.

"Karen, what are you doing?" Jenny asks.

"What?" Karen asked defensively as she pulled her cotton panties off and put on Belinda's silk ones. "These are nicer than mine, and its not like ol' blubber puss over there will notice."

Belinda was currently tilted back in the rickety chair, snoring loudly as a little bit of drool dripped down the corner of her mouth and onto her dress.

"Good point," Jenny said as she started taking off her own clothes. "If we're going to trade up, we might as well go all the way."

Soon the four maids were all stripping out of their common clothes and donning the queen's more luxuriant ones.

"Can you imagine living like this every day? It's obscene!" Jenny laughed, tossing the maids' dirty panties into Belinda's underwear drawer and their worn dresses into her wardrobe.

"Thanks for the threads queenie," Jenny joked as she squeezed one of Belinda's breasts. The queen let out a moan of pleasure in response. "We quit!"

And with that, the four servants left the room far richer than they had entered. Belinda meanwhile was still sleeping, and having a rather pleasant dream about all the things hubby would do with her when he got home.