She freezes (even as things start heating up)

Hilda squirms about, too shy to strip back down after just getting covered again, especially after Piahla finished "grooming" her.

"Look, it's purely for your own safety," Rolga insists, "You really don't want to wear any of that stuff near an open flame. Trust me."

Hilda can only shake her head as she blushes crimson red.

"It's nothing to be ashamed," Rolga says. "It's just your body."

Hilda shakes her head once more, sweat beading on her forehead and across her body as the heat of the forge starts to get to her.

"There's nothing sexual about this, I swear!" Rolga says, getting frustrated with her new assistant's bashfulness. "Here, look. I'll get naked too to make you feel less weird about."

Rolga sheds her apron revealing her exquisitely feminine for.

Hilda's eyes bulge wide when she sees the dwarf in all her nude glory.

She... she's smokin' hot!

Hilda's face turns even redder as she realizes she's staring.

W-why did I just think that?! I... I'm n-not that kind of girl!

"See... no big deal," Rolga says as she unintentionally strikes a sexy pose.

Hilda pulls her makeshift clothes to her body, suddenly feeling incredibly inadequate about herself.

Rolga's body is like that of a sculpted goddess. Curvy, powerful, and strong (but not overly muscular). A sheen of sweat from her exhausting work makes her body glisten in the firelight. Her soft breathing causes her massive, yet somehow incredibly perky breasts to heave in an oh-so-erotic manner. Her stomach is smooth and toned, without an ounce of fat on it (that's what hits Hilda the hardest. She's always been incredibly self-conscious about her tender tummy, not realizing how cute her little belly looks on her body). The dwarf's thighs are incredibly thick, but alluringly muscular, like they were built for pinning a lover, and her ass... by the gods! Hilda loses herself for a moment as she dreams about what it must be like to get pinned between those two perfect globes.

The embarassed knight sighs as her mind wanders until Rolga brings her back to reality.

"Hey! Come on, I don't got all day," the dwarf says firmly, as if she were scolding a child. "The quicker you do it the sooner we can call it a day."

Hilda freezes and knocks her knees together, now feeling far too self-conscious and inadequate to strip naked in this blacksmith's presence.

Rolga looks at the sweating, mincing Hilda and sighs.