She gets 'dressed'

Hilda sticks a leaf on her other breast and one on her pussy, although it isn't big enough to cover her thick, and now very sticky bush.

Well, that's the best I can do for now.

Hilda shudders as she thinks about what she's just done and how she's dressed.

How am I going to explain this?

Its dark now and she feels exhausted after today's events, so she decides to lie down next to the log to try to protect herself from the elements and try to stay warm.

It's so humiliating, but at the same time its really... naughty.

It reminded her of one of those dirty books she had found stuffed away in the library. It had been filled with little stories and illustrations about people losing their clothes or otherwise ending up naked and being humiliated by the experience. They were just supposed to be fables with little morals about hubris and the like, but for whatever reason, they had always made Hilda feel... well... funny, and on more than one occasion, she'd even thought about what it would be like to be the character in one of those fables.

Now, it was happening to her, and well, if her current appearance (and smell) were any indicator...

Hilda closes her eyes and drives the thoughts from her mind as she dozes off. Unfortunately she's not going to have a restful night...