She will be...

Sally wakes in Hilda's arms, in the noble's own bed.

The two are completely naked and in the spooning position with Sally in the role of the little spoon.

Sally is confused, blushing, and highly aroused at the thought of being with her long-time crush in such a way. Her heart is beating faster and she feels herself getting wet as the still-sleeping Hilda rubs her nipples into Sally's back.

"I... th-this must be a dream," Sally mumbles.

Hilda softly moans and wakes up with a yawn. "Are... are you ok Sally?"

Sally freezes, her face going crimson, as she remembers everything she saw. "Y-yes..." she finally stammers. "W-what happened?"

"You had a nasty fall, so I brought you to my bed so you could recover," Hilda says as she hugs the shrimpy woman. "I was worried you might have gotten hurt," she says, whispering into Sally's ear.

"B-but... why am I naked?" Sally says, shivering in shame as she breaks free of Hilda and rolls over to get a better look at the woman she lusts for.

"W-well..." Hilda says with a blush of her own. "I... I was worried your clothes... um... m-might make it hard for you to breath, s-so... I... removed them. T-to keep you safe!" Hilda rambles, embarrassed by her own dumb excuse.

"Oh..." Sally bites her lip as she watches her mistress blush and squirm. "B-but why are you naked? And why are we in bed together?"