Yes, for a price

"I can help you," Jorella says as the two nudies' faces light up. "But it comes at a price." Their faces do a 180.

"I'm a clothing merchant, but my cargo has already been sold, so she can't give you anything," Jorella says. It was a complete lie. She was on her way to the capital and hadn't sold anything yet, but she wasn't about to pass this opportunity up. "But I could work a couple scraps of spare fabric into some basic coverings."

"I guess that would work," Hunk says.

"Anything is better than this," Hilda says, not realizing how wrong she is.

"Great!" Jorella says, doing a poor job of hiding her enthusiasm. "But, this fabric aint cheap. It's 'empress silk' so I'm going to need something as payment."

"I've never heard of it," Hilda says, becoming suspicious.

"It's a rare and incredibly exotic material. I had to import it from across the world!" Jorella beams. "It's the softest, smoothest, nicest cloth you will ever experience. Once you try it, you'll never want to go back. I'm even wearing it right now! Touch my dress!"

Jorella slides off the wagon and approaches the barreled couple so they can touch it, although its really so she can get a better look at Hunk.

The two nobles touch it, and are very impressed.

"It's amazing," Hilda says. It's so soft, she can't stop rubbing her hand on it.

Hunk agrees, while Jorella stares at him and makes a kissy face, causing him to blush.

"So, uh, what do you want for some of this?" Hunk asks nervously.

Jorella just smiles back at him hungrily.