They go to the royal bath

Sandy guided the nearly-blind queen through the castle to the royal bath. She had spent most of the day down in the laundry room (packing up the portion of the royal wardrobe that was down there so she could sell it tonight) and was shocked to see just how thoroughly the castle had been plundered.

The hallways and throne room had been picked clean.

The dining hall and kitchen were being emptied out by servants and soldiers alike. The food had all been carried away, and now everyone was scrambling to take whatever else was left to try to hawk for a few coins later. A serving wench was filling her apron with the royal silverware as the captain of the guard filled his arms with precious bottles recently liberated from the royal wine cellar. The chef was scooping up all the pots and pans he could, no doubt planning to use them at his next job.

"Mmm, something smells good," says Belinda as they pass by. "I wonder what they're making me for dinner?"

"I'm sure it will be quite the surprise," Sandy chuckles.

Next they passed the royal library, or what was left of it.

It had been a shining beacon of knowledge under Belinda's predecessor, but due to her own lack of interest in the medium (outside of coloring and picture books), it had been largely neglected. That had made it very easy for the head librarian to swap out the real books weeks ago with cheap scrap paper, but now even that was getting hauled away in wheelbarrows by servants in need of toilet paper or something to plug up the drafty holes in their flimsy homes.

Finally, they come to the royal bath. At its height, it had been a massive monument to the wasteful excess of Belinda and the royal family.

The 'bath' was the size of an Olympic swimming pool with beautiful marble statues (now missing), fountains (also gone) and intricate carvings all along the walls (you guessed it). The water was always kept running and heated, thanks to the magical talents of Xalandra, the court wizard (who had billed the queen an exorbitant fee for what amounted to two very cheap and simple spells). A massive shelf, carved out of exotic marble, had been erected off to the side of the bath, with dozens of cubby holes filed with expensive silk bath robes and towels. Those, off course, had all been taken, and now all that remained were two adorable rubber duckies Belinda liked to play with (she had christened them 'Mister Quakers' and 'Captain Squeakers').

"Here we are, your majesty," Sandy said as she led Belinda to the edge of the bath.

"Thank you Candace," Belinda said as she dropped the ragged bed sheet she had been told was a towel and waited for her servant to help her undress.

"It's... oh forget it," muttered Sandy under her breath as she yanked the burlap panties off of Belinda's royal booty. All that remained was Belinda's crown, which she set at the side of the bath. Sandy was not brave enough to try take Belinda's last symbol of authority, it would make her too much of a target for other thieves. "Will that be all, your majesty?"

"Bring me my duckies," commands Belinda in her most regal tone. Sandy complies. Duckies in hand, the naked queen does a belly-flop into the bath, emerging moments later with the two toys bobbing near her head.

"Oh, and get rid of those foul clothes you dressed me in on the way here," commands the queen.

Sandy suppressed a laugh at the queen's request. Getting rid of them would leave the despoiled monarch with nothing to wear. "Are you sure, your majesty?"

"Yes, Candace," snapped the petulant queen. "Burn those foul panties and that stinky towel. Why, they aren't even fit for you to use!"

"Of course, your majesty," Sandy says in an even tone, trying to hide her enjoyment at leaving Belinda with nothing to cover herself with. "I shall take my leave of you now, and inform Greta to come get you in an hour."

"Yes, very well," Belinda muttered as she started to splash about.

Sandy simply smiles as she steps out of the bath and closes the door behind her. "I quit," she quietly says before rushing back to Belinda's chambers to round up her loot and leave for good.