Yes, but...

"There we go..." Hilda says with a smile as she steps back from her work. "Perfect!"

Sally stands next to her, the cross-eyed girl's face flushed with embarrassment.

Hilda had taken the big woman's bra, and with a few minor snips, turned it into a very effective set of bindings with which poor Bev was now hogtied. Her panties, already fraying and stretched out, were turned into a gag to keep the thief (relatively) quiet.

"MMMMPPPHH! MMMMPPPHHH!" Bev complains, her angry/pitiful protests too quiet to alert anyone outside the room.

The still-naked brickhouse babe futilely struggles with her bindings, making her big, soft, curvy belly and fat, squeezable tits jiggle and shake in an incredibly erotic manner.

"W-wow..." Sally mutters under her breath as she fans her face. It... suddenly feels very warm in here. She turns to look at Hilda, and finds her former mistress biting her lip as she lustily leers at Bev.

"Damn..." Hilda mumbles to herself before she catches Sally staring at her. The disgraced and half-naked knight freezes like a frightened deer as her face goes crimson.

"Um..." Sally stammers.

"I-I just wanted to make sure she couldn't get out of her bindings!" Hilda says a little too forcefully, as sweat starts to bead on her forehead. "W-we had to do it!" Hilda declares defensively as she digs herself deeper into a hole of her own making. "T-to keep her from blabbing!"

Sally just looks at Hilda and silently watches her nervously squirm. One of the noble's hand tightly clutches her weapon, while the other keeps moving about her lower body, awkwardly shifting from her own belly down to her flushed and exposed pussy as she squeezes her thighs together.

Sally gulps, her mouth suddenly feels very dry. "I, uh, I guess we should take care of the other thieves, huh?"

Hilda's eyes flutter closed for a moment as she purses her lips and quietly coos. "Y-yes..." She steals one last glance at Bev. "Th-that's an excellent idea..."

Sally nods and gestures with hand towards the doorway while the other brushes against her own flat and barely-covered chest (J-just to keep her clothes from slipping, obviously). "Lead... lead the way," she manages to say as her painfully erect nipples send wonderful little shivers of pleasure across her body.

Hilda nods as she and Sally mince away, leaving poor Bev stranded.