She does, and she isn't happy

The chubby, naked woman's eyes shoot open and her body tenses up.

"G-Greta? Is that you?" The royal in mindset only asks as her roly-poly body slowly sits up.

"Yes," her half-sister sighs as she walks closer.

"Mmmmm," the curvaceous cutie sighs as she stretches her arms, shamelessly making her massive mammaries jiggle and shake. "Why did you wake me? I was having the most wonderful dream..."

Greta kneels down and takes Belinda by the hand, wincing when she feels how sticky it is.

"Ugh! It's still dark out. Turn on a lamp," the naked, marshmallowy woman gripes, still unaware that she is naked and homeless.

"We need to go..." Greta says as she struggles to pull her portly ward to her bare feet. "It isn't safe here."

"Not safe?! I'm in my castle?! Where could be safer?!" The increasingly petulant queen snaps back, oblivious to the current state of her affairs.

"Please! Belinda, your majesty," Greta says, the desperation in her voice growing. "We have to leave, before the..."

But the maid suddenly stops speaking as the pit of her stomach fills with dread:

She sees people coming this way. People with torches.

"Where are my glasses?" The plump, plush blonde whimpers as she vainly claws at empty air, utterly unaware of what's happening. "I need my glassies!"