They hear a spooky sound

The horny, half-naked girls leave the library more flustered and flushed than when they had entered it.

Sure, they're a little less naked now than when they had entered, but with how they're feeling now, Hilda is starting to suspect they might have been better off before.

Hilda clumsily holds her sword in one hand while her other cups her otherwise exposed pussy in a pitiful attempt to keep herself covered. She whimpers when she feels just how wet she's gotten down below.

"Um, Hilda? Where should we go now?" Sally asks as she fidgets in her own makeshift outfit. The garment is way too big for her and keeps trying to slide down her slender frame, forcing her to keep both her hands on it.

"Well, I think..." Hilda starts to speak when a loud, muffled 'NNNNNNNYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUGGHHHHHH!!' echoes through the hallway, causing both skittish women to leap in fright.

"W-what was that?!" The terrified Sally squeals as she instantly clings to Hilda for comfort, her hands wrapping around the bigger woman's belly even as her own 'dress' starts sliding down her body.

"I... I don't know," Hilda says, unable to hide her worry.

"I-Is it a ghost?" Sally asks in utter terror as she shakes like a leaf on tree and tightens her grip on her big, brave (to her anyway) protector.

Hilda looks over her shoulder at Sally, an incredulous look on her face.

"Or, maybe that mean tax collector?" Sally sheepishly grins as her face turns crimson.

"OOOOOOOOOOOGODSYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The feminine voice cries.

"Pr-probably her," Sally says as she lets go of Hilda and tries to appear calm. "Um, do you think she's in trouble?"

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!" The voice cries out, making both women jump once more.

"We need to help her Hilda! She sounds like she's in horrific pain!" Sally says as another wail echoes through the empty halls.

"Ok, follow me," Hilda says as she shifts into a combat stance, or at least tries to. It's a bit hard with scared little Sally clinging to her yet again. "I think that came from the kitchen."

The two women inch slower to the room as the moans and squeals pick up in frequency and volume. Finally, with their hearts pounding in their chests, finally they make their way to kitchen door, where a continuous cacophony of sound emanates from within.

"On the count of three," Hilda whispers to her worried friend. "One, two... three!"

The knight gently pushes the door open and gasps.