She's going to interrogate them

Clara pulls the two along towards her office, which is conveniently located on the other side of the town square.

"P-please! There's been a mistake!" Hilda blathers, feeling as timid as a scolded school girl.

"There's no mistake about," Clara says. "You broke the law and now you'll be punished. Of course, if you just admitted your crime, things would go a lot easier."

"I-I'm not a p-p-pimp!" Hilda whines.

"P-please, there's no need for this," Hunk says his face still red as a tomato.

Clara turns to him, her menacing demeanor instantly softening as she cups his cheek in her hand gently caresses his face. "I know you think that now, but this bad lady has you all confused," she says in an insultingly condescending tone. "This isn't like life on your old farm. People here sometimes say things that aren't true."

Clara brings them to her office. Just outside of it are several currently empty stocks. Hilda and Hunk both gulp when they eye those.

She... she wont put us in those will she?

"Now then, are you going to start telling the truth, or would you rather do this in a more intimate setting?" Clara asks.

Hilda and Hunk sigh in relief, not quite catching the meaning of Clara's words.

"Sure, intimate sounds good," Hilda says.

"Yeah, anything is better than this," Hunk concurs.

Clara smiles, even as a bit of a blush creeps back onto her face. "Good..."