They set out for home

Hilda stands up, feeling embarrassed to be seen in just her bra and panties. "Um, Milly? Do you have something I can wear? A knight like myself shouldn't be seen like this."

"Nonsense Hilda, you look great! Besides, with a body like yours, you should be showing off everything you've got," Milly says, her words causing Hilda to shudder as the collar around her neck glows.

"I-I do?" The embarrassed beauty asks, suddenly feeling very bashful.

"Yeah, it's like you were meant for this," Milly forcefully says.

"Meant... for... this..." Hilda numbly repeats. She then shakes her head. "Sorry I must have zoned out for a moment. Shall we go?"

"Sure," says Milly. "Oh, but could you do me a favor?" She slumps her massive leather bag on the dirt. "Could you carry this for me? I've been hauling it around all day, and I'm really tired."

Hilda should have been outraged by the request. She was a high-born noble and a knight to boot. Manual labor was beneath her, even suggesting something like that was a grave insult. And yet... she did like helping people. It made her feel good. Serving felt good.

Hilda bit her lip and picked up the heavy bag.

"I can shoulder your burdens mist- Milly," Hilda said as she felt a twinge of arousal run down her body. "I like doing it. It's what I'm good for."

Wait, what did I just say?

"Great," said Milly "Then let's go home."

Hilda shouldered the heavy bag, leading the way in just her bra and (rapidly dampening) panties, her bare feet caked with mud as the walked down the wooded path back to the knight's home.