She's put herself over a barrel

Victoria looks to Hilda and then back at the farm girl.

If she tells the truth, Hilda will laugh at her for wearing something so cheap and... *shudder* common.

But if she sticks with her lie, that greedy farmer will likely demand her last remaining garment...

Finally, Victoria's pride gets the better of her.

"That's right, it is super, super expensive! This thing is so expensive, it's pretty common to see less scrupulous merchants trying to peddle knock-offs," Victoria haughtily declares as she turns her nose up in the snootiest of displays.

"Well in that case," the farmer says with a grin, "I reckon I could use some dee-zine-er undies..."

Victoria forces herself to grin as she turns to the farm girl.

"Of course! You certainly have a discerning eye for fashion, unlike certain *other* people around here," the redhead proclaims, eager to get another dig in on Hilda.

Hilda scowls, but stays silent. Her sense of compassion has been repeatedly eroded by her time spent with Victoria, and a part of her (she is ashamed to admit) wants to see the spoiled noble woman taken down a few pegs.

Plus, there were those rumors Hilda had heard about Victoria...

More than one person had proclaimed, in very hushed whispers, that the bratty woman... stuffed.

"F-fine..." Victoria says with a phony smirk, as she tries to act tough till the end. "You can have this too, cause unlike some jerks here, I'm a generous and classy lady!"

The redhead looks at Hilda, insulting the woman's honor for not 'giving' away all of her clothes and getting naked like she's been **** to do.

"I guess we know who the real classy lady is..." She says with smug superiority as she slowly slips out of her last scrap of clothing.