EVERYTHING MUST GO!

Hilda sat with her bare ass on the cold, stony floor as the last of her armor was hauled away by a couple of smiling merchants. She'd happily given away her throne hours ago to a tired-looking old woman. In fact, all of her furniture had been taken, along with the tapestries, portraits, statues, silverware, cutlery, foodstuffs, and practically everything she and her family had taken generations to acquire.

The pace on this massive divestment had really picked up when people realized there was nothing stopping them from getting back in line and asking Hilda for more stuff.

The once-grand halls of Brandt Keep now echoed emptily with the laughter of pillagers as they picked Hilda's home clean. Even simple things like firewood, sconces, hay, and torches were taken by late arrivals seeking something, anything to take back home with them.

"Alright, that seems to be the last of it!" Sally says excitedly. She too had gotten into the spirit of giving, having given up her clothes to the first person that had asked, along with her spectacles and jewelry.

She now stood completely naked, her hair hanging freely from her shoulders as she proudly displayed her flat chest, narrow hips, non-existent ass, and stubby little legs. If it weren't for the wild, untamed thatch of pubic hair between her legs, no one would have ever guessed she was 28 years old. Without the help of her corrective eyewear, the poor woman was also extremely cross-eyed.

"Hmm, I think there might still be something left..." chuckles the witch, who had taken immeasurable delight in seeing the noble woman and her lackey ruin themselves.

"I do still have my library," Hilda says helpfully.

"No, we gave all those books away," reminds Sally.

"The regular one, sure, but not my secret library," Hilda beams with pride. "It's hidden behind the wall in my bedroom," Hilda says, as she stands up, shivering in the now cold and drafty keep. "I'll show you."

With that the nude noble left the grand hall, followed by her naked stewardess (thankfully she was far-sighted), and the thoroughly bemused witch. They went up two flights of stairs and entered a vast, cavernous room that had once been Hilda's ornate (some would say gaudy) bedroom.

She pads over to the corner of the room, her bare feet slapping on the stone with each step. "Right behind here," Hilda says as she bends over, giving her two companions a very explicit view of her lower half. She pulls away several loose bricks to reveal her final secret.

Sally gasps at it as the witch tries and fails to hold back her laughter.