A large collection of trashy romance novels

Behind the false wall are stacks upon stacks of thoroughly read, incredibly trashy romance novels.

They all have ridiculous titles like "Pleasure Unbound," "The Counterfeit Lady," and "The Raider."

"Mistress, are these all yours?" Sally asks incredulously. She had always looked up to Hilda as a sterling example of feminine strength.

Hilda could only nod, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"How could you read this stuff?" Sally asks, as she starts to pull book after book out of their hiding place. "Look at these titles! "Seducer"?! "Tied Up, Tied Down"?! "Recipe For Temptation"?! "Seducer," again?! Why do you have two copies of this one?"

Hilda squirms nervously as her servant judges and criticizes her taste in literature. "I... I wore that one out..." she meekly answers.

"Wore it out? How do you... ew!" Sally quickly drops the book, laughing when she sees the pages all stick together.

Hilda covers her blushing face with her hands. "D-don't judge me!" She whimpers. "It's hard for me to meet guys, ok?"

"Especially when you spend all your free time reading porn and diddling yourself," laughs the witch as she pulls out some particularly juicy titles. "Ooooh... look at these: "The Captain's Mate"? By the gods, look at this one!"

She hands a particularly dog-eared book to Sally. Hilda instantly recognizes it, her eyes going wide as she tries to grab it back. "NO! Don't look at that one! It's private!" The naked noble desperately tries to grab it, but the other two women keep it away from her.

"'What I Did For The Baron' By H.B. Quivery...?" Sally looks at it, a confused look on her face as she examines it in more detail.

"NOOOOO! GIVE IT BAAAACK!" Hilda frantically tries to grab it back, her face now beet red.