A wagon

The two mostly-nude nobles watch as the object slowly makes its way up the road.

"It's a wagon!" Hunk shouts.

"We're saved!" Hilda joyously declares as she hugs her hunk a little tighter, inadvertently smushing her boobs against him even harder.

The two move over to the side of the road and wait for the wagon to approach.

A nasty thought occurs to Hilda as they wait. "W-what if they're bad guys?" She asks nervously.

"Today can't get any worse," Hunk says to try to reassure her, even as stomach starts to tighten.

Since Hunk is holding the barrel, Hilda has to flag them down. The wagon slows to a halt as its cloaked driver looks down at the two.

Shame mixes with fear, and Hilda's bravery evaporates. Her face turns red, her knees start to shake, and she clings to Hunk for protection.

"Hello! Thank goodness you stopped," Hunk says nervously, his own face turning red. "We uh, we had a spot of bad luck, and were hoping you could help us."

"I-if it's n-not t-t-t-too much trouble," Hilda squeaks, instantly regretting her decision.

The figure leans back and removes the hood of the cloak, revealing...