Yep!

"*GASP* LADY HILDA!" Shouts one of the drunk maids, drawing attention to the naughty noble's nasty secret.

Hilda buries her face in her hands. Well, she tries to, but her maids grab her wrists and re-expose her.

"Honestly Lady Hilda, you spend too much time polishing your sword and... not enough time polishing swords," says another, giggling far too hard at her own lame joke.

"Yeah, you need a man in your life," Nahla says as she cups Hilda's chin and looks into her eyes. "You need to stop acting and dressing like one if you wanna catch *urp* catch one."

"No one's *hic* gonna want her lookin' like thyaaaaaaat!" Declares another, spilling her wine goblet onto Hilda. "Oh I'msosorrrymilady, lemmegitthatforyou," she mumbles as she uses her hands to smear the wine all over Hilda's bare chest, making her nipples hard as diamonds.

Hilda squirms in humiliation as a moan escapes her lips.

Why am I getting turned on by this!?

"See?" Nahla declares as she runs her hands through Hilda's hair. "You're already starting to act girlier."

Hilda blushes once more as the gaggle of girls whoop and cheer, but still don't let go of their mistress.

"Once your makeover is done, no guy is gonna be able to resist you!" Nahla proclaims.

"R-really?" Hilda timidly asks, as she squeezes her thighs together and thinks of her crush, Baron Hunkington. "No one?"

"Yep!" Nahla says as she playfully teases Hilda's nipples. "Now, where should we start?"