Well, good thing Carla and Rila are two even-keeled, calm ladies

"It's not my fault!" Rila squeals, the pitch of her voice rising rapidly as she starts talking faster and faster. "Lady Hilda is always losing things, and I didn't have any clean underwear, so I thought it would be ok if..."

"WE FUCKED MISTRESS TINA'S HUSBAND!" Carla shouts, loud enough for her voice to echo through the keep, if anyone's listening.

Rila gasps in shock, her mouth agape and her face turning pale at the shocking revelation.

"She... she'll kill us! W-we're homewreckers!" The half elf starts panicking. "Oh gods! I ended up being exactly like my mother!" She proclaims as she cradles her head in her hands, the expensive-looking and very old bottle of who-knows-what dangling precariously between her fingers.

"Um..." L'Abbee tries to interject.

"Get a grip!" Carla says as she takes Rila by the shoulders and shakes her (making both of their bare bodies jiggle quite enticingly). "WE HAVE TO STAY CALM!"

"Ladies...?" The drow tries to speak again.

"WHAT!?" Carla screams as she becomes increasingly frazzled. The poor maid is on the verge of a panic attack.

"Uhhhhh...." Tina groans as she slowly sits up, her hand rubbing the back of her head. "What happened?"

The naked noble winces in pain and squints at the two naked servants in front of her. "Carla? What's going on? Why are you naked?"