She makes it to the booth

More people have come to the fair now, including wealthy nobles, powerful mages, stout-hearted adventurers, and even a few peasants. They flock to the booths, eager to look at the wares on display, sample the strange foods, play in the games of chance, and just generally have a good time.

And while they all seem to be enjoying themselves, they all seem to be, well... losing things.

A duchess at the card table starts betting and losing her jewelry after burning through her gold. An adventurer trades away her thick metal armor for a couple of pieces of wood tied to string with the words 'gud armr' crudely scribbled on it. A wizard has her spellbook replaced with a children's coloring book while she sits at a picnic table and eats lunch.

But Hilda doesn't seem to notice any of it. In fact, no one seems to! Instead, the nude noble struts across the fair and heads towards the booth Miss Fortune directed her to. Her bare feet slap on the ground as she approaches a portly woman standing next to a strange chair with straps and other ominous devices.

"Like, Hi!" Hilda happily chirps. "Um... like, Miss Fortune sent me? She said you could, like, gimme a makeover n'stuff to look, like, super cute 'n junk!"

The woman looks Hilda over and chuckles.