Hilda, the thoroughly despoiled knight

Hilda Brandt, the self-proclaimed fiercest knight of the land was having a bad day. She had set out on a mission from the king, decked out in her finest, most expensive armor and equipment... only to immediately lose all of it in less than a day thanks to bad luck and her own foolish decisions.

She had started the day looking like a million gold, now it was closer to one copper.

The not-so-haughty noble was now wandering through the woods, completely lost, humiliated, utterly naked, and although she would never admit it, even a little horny.

Her once-luxurious locks were now tangled, with sticks, leaves, and other detritus sticking out of them. Her lovely pale skin (she usually wore a lot of armor and other fancy clothing that kept her out of the sun) now had scratches, welts, bug bites, and even a few splotches of sunburn. Her lovely legs were now splattered in mud, and her manicured hands were now worn down and dirty.

But worse than all of that was the blow this disastrous quest had bestowed upon her psyche. The last few years of easy-living in her lovely keep and just plain-old aging were starting to affect her body. A thin layer of adorable pudge had formed over her once-muscular frame, especially over her soft, untoned tummy (Hilda had always been ashamed of that).

She had been in denial about it for a long time, but her time in the woods was forcing her to come to terms with the fact she wasn't the physically-fit femme fatale she used to be (even though, again, she was as sexy as ever, even if she couldn't see it).

It was at this moment of utter despair and self-loathing that Hilda heard the nearby cries of some calling for help. She had leapt into action, as much to help the person yelling as it was to prove to herself she was still a great knight.

Of course, when she got to the person making those cries, the nude noble had certainly not expected to find a naked dark elf stuck in a log with her big, slappable ass wiggling wildly as she tried to get free.