She gives away the farm

"Um... well, I've like, got some stuff at home..." Hilda says as struggles to think out loud.

"You're home, eh?" The thief asks as she starts writing an incredibly unfair contract.

"Yeah..." Hilda says. "My home..."

The conwoman smiles as she jots it down. "Tell me about it..."

Hilda goes into great detail about her keep, her vast fortune, and her huge... tracts of land, answering every question the body shaper has as she makes an intricate list of everything the noble nitwit still owns. By the time Hilda is done, the thief is giddy with excitement at the prospect of taking our bodacious bimbo to the cleaners.

"Well Hilda, I don't think you have enough stuff to cover your bill..." the thief lies. Hilda frowns and her shoulders slump, making her magnificent mammaries jiggle. "But I think there might be a for you to get out of this without us having to bring the law into it."

The nude (ex)knight's face lights up in excitement. "There is?"

"Yeah, there's a legal loophole that I think should do the trick," the woman says, holding back. "Hilda Brandt is the one who owes me money, but if you weren't her..."

Hilda blinks, not understanding what she is getting.

"Your name. We change your name," the thief says dryly.

"OH!" Hilda says, jumping up in down in excitement (and making her whole body shake and jiggle enticingly). "I GET IT!" Hilda then stops jumping and looks confused again. "I don't get it."

The thief palms her face in frustration. No matter how many times she did this, it was always the most frustrating part. "We change your name so you aren't Hilda Brandt anymore. That way you wont owe (or own" she mutters under her breath,) "anything. You'd be free!"

"I like the sound of that!" Hilda giggles.

"Great!" The conwoman says, sliding a piece of paper towards Hilda. "Just sign this paper and we'll get the ball rolling..."

Hilda eagerly picks up a pen, eager to sign, but then hesitates. "What about, like, my stuff?"

The thief blanches. Oh crap! They normally don't think about that at this point. "Uh... well, it would all still belong to Hilda Brandt..." the thief blurts out without thinking. Oh crap! I shouldn't have said that!

"But... that would mean I would lose everything..." Hilda slowly says as the scam is as exposed as her juicy bare pussy.

The thief gulps nervously. "Uh... w-well.. y-you see..." She sputters as her heart beats faster and she starts to panic.

"So then I should probably sign everything over to you first," Hilda interjects. "That way you can hold on to it for safe keeping."

The thief nearly faints in her chair at her luck. "Uh... yeah... and then I can give it back to you... but uh, because of the law... and... stuff... we'll have to wait a little while... until... uh... I can give it back..." Please buy it! PLEASE BUY IT YOU DUMB SLUT!

"Ok! That, like, makes sense," Hilda happily says. "Who should I like, make it out to?"

"Um... Miss Conduct will be fine..." the thief says. She's sweating buckets and her hands are shaking uncontrollably.

"Like, fer sure!" Hilda giggles as she eagerly signs away everything she still owned.

Miss Conduct clutches her chest in amazement at the sheer stupidity of her latest victim.

"So like, what should my new name be?" Hilda asks in far too excited a tone.