For a price...

"I would be happy to help you miss, but my services require payment, and..." she looks the completely naked woman over, "I'm afraid you might be just a little lacking at the moment."

Hilda frowns. "But, like, I need a fresh start! Miss Fortune said so!" Hilda whimpers. "Isn't there anything I can do?"

The portly woman gives the naked knight a toothy grin. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement..."

Hilda smiles back with her own pearly whites. "YAY!" She cheers, not realizing what she's getting herself in to. "You're, like, the best!"

"Hop in sweetie," the woman says as she pats the chair next to her.

Hilda eagerly climbs in, snuggling her nude bottom onto the chair. "Ooooh! It's cold!" The bubbly bimbo blurts out between giggles.

"Yes, but with your hot little buns it wont stay that way for long," the booth owner says as she starts running leather straps across Hilda and tying her down.

Hilda smiles at the compliment as she is locked in, unaware of how **** she's leaving herself.

"So then darling, you said you wanted a makeover?" The woman asks as she leans over the restrained noblewoman.