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The woman smiles with a predatory grin at the bimbo-licisious Hilda, who has taken to sucking on her thumb and cooing at how pleasurable it feels. She seems completely unaware, or at least indifferent to the fact she is standing naked and flashing her most intimate areas to the world.

"Here's an itemized list, but the total comes to 18,000 gold," the body-shaper says.

Hilda blinks in shock and confusion as she looks down at herself and realizes not only does she have no money, but she has no clothing either!

I'm... I'm, like, nakie! When, like, did that happen?

Her hands shoot to her gooey privates, her long, hot-pink fingernails unintentionally grazing her engorged clit and teasing her hairless pussy lips. The sensation proves too much for the wimpy warrior (well, ex-warrior now), and she cums on the spot, crying in ecstasy as she squirts all over the floor, her legs buckling and causing her to fall forward, practically bowing to the woman her just turned her into a walking sex pot.

"I know it seems like a lot, but you got a real bargain bundling it together," the woman says as Hilda struggles to her knees, her perfectly manicure hands clinging to the table to help pull her up.

"But, like, I don't have any money," Hilda whimpers as she gasps for air, her tongue still mindlessly licking her super-sensitive lips.

"Well, then you're in a real bind. If you can't pay up, they'll have to arrest you for stealing!" The woman says, causing poor Hilda to gasp in shock. "You'll go to jail! Do you want that?! Are you a bad girl?"

"N-NO!" Hilda cries, tears streaming down her pretty face. "I'mma gooood girl! I didn't mean to steal!"

The cruel thief's face softens, and she takes Hilda's hand, squeezing it gently. "I believe you girl, but it's the law. I don't make it. Unless you can pay me some other way, my hands are tied."

Hilda sniffles pitifully.

"Do you have any ideas on how to pay me back? Is there something you could give me, or trade to me?" The woman asks, barely containing her excitement at entrapping another poor soul in her cruel racket.

The few remaining gears in the dull noble's head start to churn as she struggles to come up with an idea...