She... she's wearing a chastity belt!

Hilda gasps in shock; locked around her waist is a bulky metal band with a second piece going down between her legs.

It covers her sex, but any modesty she might have derived from it is lost by the giant "SLUT" emblazoned in gold over the crotch of the covering.

"You... you put me in a chastity belt?!" Hilda shrieks.

Her face turns crimson at the thought of wearing one, and then turns an even deeper shade of red when she realizes not only is it her only covering, but that the back of it consists of a thin metal band that leaves her pale ass cheeks completely exposed! The trembling, half-naked woman squeals in shame and squats down in a **** attempt to cover herself.

I... I look like a pervert!

Clara laughs at the comical display, not realizing her 'twins' have slipped out of her own embarassing (but very cute!) outfit.

"That was confiscated off the last drow to pass through Pilla," Clara says as she drinks in the sight of the humiliated hussy. "She was found wandering the streets wearing just that, so I fined her for public lewdness and disturbing the peace. She said she was a 'matron,' or something, and that her carriage, and all her clothes and money had been stolen, so she couldn't pay." The orc shakes her head. "Can you believe the lies perverts come up with when they get caught?"

The orc snorts in laughter as Hilda thinks about her own outrageous misfortunes and blushes.

"As if I wouldn't notice when a crime is committed in this quiet, podunk little town!" Clara scoffs, unaware she left her own home unlocked this morning. "Nothing gets past me!" She declares as a pair of villagers carefully lug her bed past the prison window. "So anyway, I took her little toy and sent her on her way with a very red keister."

Hilda squirms in her iron undies, but they're locked on tight.

"Don't bother," Clara says. "You have to say the magic word to get out of them. And I'm not going to tell it to you anytime soon," Clara smugly smirks, as the pink fuzzy belt holding her robe closed breaks under the strain. It reveals the constable's (mostly) chiseled physique, and her utter lack of any other garments.

The human prisoner is about to say something when a male moan from the other room draws Hilda's attention.

Is that Baron Hunkington?