Jenny is relieved of her panties

Jenny mewls like a frightened kitten as Nelly pulls her panties right off, leaving her utterly naked and helpless.

"Aha!" Nelly declares, as she twirls the frayed, ratty garment on her fingers. "So thas' where you... huh? Where are they?!"

The drunk girl tosses Jenny's rotten cotton thong over her shoulder, shocked to discover (in her very pickled mind) that the girl she just stripped wasn't hiding Nelly's stolen panties under thong (nevermind they couldn't have physically fit under them).

"I told you I didn't have them!" Jenny whimpers, her face completely crimson. She's got bigger problems now. They've seen... it.

Tina gasps in shock as she hands go up to her mouth. While Nelly plops back on her bare bottom, totally surprised.

"Wow..." Nelly mumbles in shock.

"I... I didn't know they could even do that!" Tina stammers as her face starts blushing.

Jenny places her hands over her face and starts to silently sob. Her worst, most horrible, shameful secret has been reveal:

Between her legs, jutting proudly atop her pussy, is Jenny's thick, jungle-y, natural, and very untamed bush. And while that on its own would be enough to humiliate any noble woman, that was not what Jenny had been so terrified of revealing. No, her greatest secret and shame was the streak of gray hair running right down the center of her thick pussy pelt, like a veritable skunk stripe.

It was too big to trim away. Hair dyes were too harsh. If she shaved it, there would be an enormous, hairless gap down the middle. Jenny outright refused to remove her whole bush - that was something only whores and immigrants did (she told herself)! No, her only option was to leave it as-is (just as she had been doing ever since it appeared on her 20th birthday), and never let another soul see it, which she had successfully done for years (the poor girl)... until just now.

"Oh hey, waitaminute!" Nelly blurts out. "Today's laundry day! My pannies are in th' soak!"

Jenny whimpers once more as the two thieves, who she thinks are simple, lower-class servants, leer at her feminine treasure.

Oh g-gods! What must they think of me!?