The women are amused

Helga stared as Yennefer's face dropped, her confusion at its peak. “What is…”

Helga started to snicker. “Of course the sorceress would use magic to alter her appearance. It seems the charm is finally working,” Helga said. “It seems the great Yennefer of Vendenberg is nothing but an ugly hideous woman. But even further, even her body is a fake. I mean just look how small your chest is.”

Yennefer squirmed as Helga continued to feel her up, touching and pulling on her chest and even rubbing the curve of her hunchback.

“Now… all that’s left is figuring out what to do with you,” Helga said, smirking as she grabbed Yennefer’s wrist and pulled her to her feet. “How about I show you to those men that’s been talking about you.”

Yennefer’s eyes burned as she held back tears forming, a mix of rage and embarrassment and sadness. “No,” Yennefer said. “I won’t. Let me go.”