It is complex and very elaborate

Hilda and Sally sit silently behind their meager cover, watching as the witch magically removes one of the back wheels from her wagon.

With a single word, the large, heavy wagon wheel glows, starts shaking, and magically hovers off its axle before gently lowering itself to the ground. The wagon soon dips awkwardly as it is thrown off-balance, but another little bit of chanting from the witch ensures no harm comes to it.

"Hilda..." Sally nervously whimpers as she gently tugs on the naked warrior woman's arm like a frightened child. "Please, let's just go."

"No," Hilda growls. "Not after what she's done. Justice must be served!"

"But... how can we hope to do anything to her?" Sally says, the despair evident in her voice. "And who knows what other magics she possess!" The frightened, skittish girl starts clutching her flat, exposed chest. "What if she curses us again!"

"Pfft!" Hilda puffs her lips as she rolls her eyes. She's surprisingly confident for a naked girl who's just lost it all. "What else could she possibly do to us?"

"Um, well..." Sally stammers. She doesn't know anything about witches really. What can they actually do? "What if she makes us allergic to clothes?!"

Hilda freezes in, what Sally assumes, is fear. The knight's cheeks go red as she bites her lower lip.

"Can witches do that?" The naked noble asks, her tummy aflutter once more.

That was the plot of at least three of her romance novels, including one of her favorites - The Humiliations of Rowena.

But, those were just stories... right?

Hilda squeezes her thighs together and suppresses a moan.

"F-fine," she says as she subtly tweaks one of her nipples. "We'll stay here for now and wait for a chance to catch that witch unaware."