Sally, her most loyal servant

Hilda yelps in surprise as she's caught, naked and stuck dangling out the window of what turns out to be the bedroom of Sally, her loyal stewardess.

The short, scrawny, frail woman is standing there, next to an oil lamp. Her hair is hanging down freely about her bare shoulders. In fact, Sally isn't wearing anything at all!

"Who's there?!" Says the frightened, naked servant asks, unable to keep her voice from quivering.

Hilda silently thanks her lucky stars that she has been found by Sally and not someone else.

Sally the stewardess was incredibly short-sighted, and could hardly see anything without her glasses. Glasses, Hilda noted, that were still sitting on the servant's nightstand.

"I-I-I'm warning you! I'll scream!" The profoundly cross-eyed and frankly helpless Sally timidly declares. "A-and then you'll be in real trouble!"

"Sally, it's me! Hilda!" Our also-naked knight responds.

The terrified, tiny woman lets out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, mistress. You gave me quite a fright!" Sally says as she slowly, clumsily feels her way back to her bed and plops down. "But what are you..." she continues to speak as she feels around for the glasses on her nightstand.

"N-no! W-wait!" Hilda blurts out. But it's too late, Sally has found her glasses and placed them on her cute face.

"...doing... here..." Sally stammers as her face turns red as a tomato.

Hilda whimpers and burns crimson too. She tries, and fails, to shield her modesty, but it's too late. She's been seen.

"O-oh m-my!" Sally stammers as she fans her face with her hand.

"I... I'm stuck..." the noblewoman pathetically declares. "Can... can you help me?"