She starts with the good news

"Well," Sally says as she continues to squirm. "Our money troubles are probably gone for a while..."

Hilda's faces lights up as she gives her loyal servant one of the sweetest gifts she can; her genuine, lovely smile as she gently squeezes Sally's hand.

The adorable peasant girl blushes as her heart skips a beat.

"Bless you Sally! I... I don't know what I would have done without you," Hilda says as her voice cracks and she wipes the tears from her eyes. "I promise I'll make this all up to you some day. Just name your reward and its yours."

Dirty, nasty thoughts instantly flood Sally's mind as her imagination goes into overdrive. She squeezes her thighs together and lets out a needy, naughty moan before shaking her head.

"Um..." Hilda says as she awkwardly clears her throat. "How in the world did you manage to do it? There was nothing left!"

"Well... almost nothing..." Sally says as she avoids looking directly at Hilda. "We managed to save your book..."

The noble's eyes go wide in terror. "Oh no. Oh no no no no..." the once-mighty warrior starts to fan herself as her face turns red as a tomato. The poor woman is having a panic attack in public and drawing unwanted attention to herself.

"Mistress, please. I can explain!" Sally pleads as Hilda hyperventilates.

"Traitor! Y-you're a traitor! Y-you... you... you're a betrayer!" Hilda is clawing away at the neck of her dress now as Sally waves off their waiter. "I can't breath! I can't..."

"I made them change the names! No one will know its you!" Sally says as she gives Hilda a cup of water. "Besides, the contract I signed ensures we'll get 50 percent of the profits!"

That seems to ease Hilda's terror a little bit, but when their waiter returns with a bottle of (moderately priced) wine, the noble woman immediately starts to chug it.

"Besides, romance novels rarely sell more than a couple hundred copies anyway. It's not like anyone we know will read it," Sally reassures her crush. "And besides, even if they did, no one will know you were involved."

"I... well..." Hilda stammers as she takes another swig. "...ok... but I want to speak with that publisher about all of this."

Sally sighs in relief. "Of course mistress. She and I were supposed to meet next week anyway to discuss just projected sales figures and how much we can expect to make over the next few months."

"Very well," Hilda says as she wipes her mouth with a cloth napkin. "I just hope its enough to get us back on our feet..."