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Chapter 28 by hambo hambo

Are they hurt?

They're alright, but their dignity has suffered a fatal blow

Hilda is lying on her back and moaning, while Sally lies on top of her, her face cushioned on either side by Hilda's bountiful bosom (you might have had a hand in that, but you'll never tell).

Sally groans and then blushes when she realizes where she is. "S-sorry m-mistress!" The petite servant rolls off Hilda and takes stock of the situation, which proves to be very tough for the bookworm, because everything close to her is blurry (the poor girl is farsighted).

"Oh... OH NO!" She cries in a panic as the crowd around her laughs at. "My glasses! MY GLASSES!" The little nerd starts to panic, immediately forgetting everything else as she blindly gropes for them on the cobble stones around her. "H-Hilda!"

The crowd bursts into laughter at this latest development, and you soon see why when Sally turns back around to face you. She is profoundly cross-eyed.

A tinge of regret comes over you, and you resolve to find them for her. You slow down time and comb the area, but make a sad discovery: they flew across the street and shattered. Even the frames are bent up. Uh-oh. You zip back to your seat, glasses (or what's left of them) in hand and let time resume.

"Look at that cross-eyed dope!" Mocks one of the upper-class theater goers, who you immediately relieve of his gold and jewelry. You may be a bastard, but even you have standards.

Sally blushes and uses her hands to try to hide her face.

"Ug... what happened?" Hilda asks as she sits up, still dazed, and gets a full on view of Sally's panty-clad bum. "Are... are those my panties?"

Sally leaps to her feet in terror, remembering she is, in fact, naked except for her underwear, and in front of a jeering crowd AND her mistress. "M-my lady!" Sally stammers. "Are you alright?"

"Don't change the subject," Hilda growls as she moves towards her terrified stewardess. "What are you doing wearing MY panties!"

Sally's hands leap to the offending garment as sweat pools on her forehead. "I... well... you see..." she chokes as she tries to keep her distance from her angry lady. You don't think you've ever seen anyone's face turn this red before.

Can Sally explain?

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