They can turn this to their advantage

"We... we can take some of those clothes and cover up!" Greta says, thinking out loud.

"Clothes?! There are clothes?" Belinda asks excitedly, her hands resting on her enormous, completely exposed breasts.

"Um... well..." Greta stammers, regretting her choice of words as she watches the orgy unfold before her eyes.

If she's going to get them, she's going to have to walk across the open street... n-naked(!) all the way over to them, and then grab them without being seen.

The maid's face turns crimson at the thought.

What if someone sees me? Greta thinks as she briefly dares to glimpse at the crowd of naked people currently having their way with Duchess Gwendolyn (or is she having her way with them? The look of bliss on her face is rather telling).

"Greta, go fetch me some clothes!" Belinda whinily orders. "It's very cold out here," she says, running her hands over her arms for warmth.

The maid gulps.

We can't just keep walking around like this. I guess I don't have a choice...

The blushing beauty stands up on wobbly legs, one hand clamped over her crotch while her other arm is firmly planted across her bare, slightly sagging breasts.

"Wait here your majesty," Greta says in a trembling voice. "I shall return s-soon."

And with that, the bare, busty, blushing maid - the queen's half-sister - emerges from her relatively safe hiding spot behind the building and marches out towards the street, utterly exposed and with her heart pounding away in her impressive chest.