Hilda's bad time continues, and her outfit suffers for it.

Hilda groans in misery as she pulls at her armor. Her whole body feels like its on fire now, and every part of her itches!

She whimpers and whines as she pulls pieces off, one after another, exposing her lovely (and expensive) clothing, in between bouts of scratching herself all over head, feet, face, arms, and now even her chest.

But despite her efforts to alleviate her discomfort, the itching just gets worse!

The poor, proud woman groans in frustration as the itching continues and she wills herself to stand up.

She's still sneezing and scratching as she stumbles about, blind and bare-footed.

Her lovely padded silk shirt gets caught on a tree branch, and rather than fuss with freeing it, the suffering noblewoman opts instead to simple slip out of it, exposing her fancy silk bra and leather corset.

The disheveled, itchy wretch continues to stumble about, getting more and more of her clothing caught on various bits of underbrush.

Her pants are the next to go. Hilda wriggles her lovely hips out them as after she trips on a log and tumbles over.

"Why wont it staaaaahhhhhhpppp!" She pitifully mewls as the tears stream down for face.

She desperately claws at her itchy belly, but her corset is still in the way. Without a second thought she rips it open, exposing her soft, lily-white, un-toned tummy.

It quickly becomes red as Hilda scratches away, but the sneezing, nearly-naked knight doesn't care; the sense of relief she gets from scratching is just too damned good.