Well...

Hilda's dreams were filled with naughty, naughty things that night. She kept tossing and turning in her sleep as she re-lived the day in every erotic, humiliating, and erotically humiliatingly (wait, what?) detail.

Soon, she was humping her pillow in her sleep, moaning aloud as she subconsciouly pleasured herself.

"Oooooh, I'm a bad, naughty, dirty..." the naughty noble mumbled until a loud knocking at her door stirred her from her wet and sticky dreams.

"M-mistress?" Sally quietly spoke from the other side of the door. "Um... are you awake? I heard... *ahem* t-talking..."

Hilda groggily groaned as she buried her head back into her pillow, wincing at how fragrant it had become.

"Yes, I'm awake..." she muttered. "...now."

She slowly sat up in bed, pulling her blanky to her to protect what shred of her modesty might have still remained.

"What is it, Sally?" Hilda asked as her most loyal servant slowly opened the door and entered.

The smaller, flatter, skinnier, mousy woman looked away from her mistress, her cheeks obviously blushing.

Evidently Sally had been enjoying the show, or at least the audio part of it.

"Um..." Sally sheepishly spoke as she deliberately looked at the mirror on Hilda's wall, hoping to get a peek at her mistress (and secret crush) without alerting Hilda. "There's some one here to see you..."

"Who?" Hilda asked, unaware that the blanket she was holding had slumped into her lap, revealing her bountiful bosom and stiff nipples (it's cold in here, lay off).

"Some kind of warrior, or soldier?" Sally meekly replied. "I um... I was too scared to ask her to repeat herself. But evidently she has heard a lot about you and wants to meet you!"

Hilda frowned.

"Why would I want to talk to some stranger? Leave me alone Sally, and tell them to get lost." Hilda huffed as she fell back in bed and rolled over, the blanket wrapping around her legs and exposing her bare ass to the mirror, and Sally's lecherous gaze.