Of course not

"Hmmm, this is very strange indeed," Gorthac says as he leans in close to stare at Hilda's honey pot.

Hilda squirms, looking away in embarrassment as she brazenly displays her most private treasure.

Gorthac runs his hands up Hilda's thighs, smearing them with the knight's naughty love juices. "Are you normally this *ahem* wet?"

Hilda's face burns even redder at the question and she briefly pulls her hands from her hips towards her face to hide it from view before she remembers what Gorthac said about covering up, and moves them back to her sides.

"H-how dare you!" Blurts out an indignant Sally, her own nakedness clearly visible under her soaked, see-through and very flimsy robe. "Her ladyship is not some common harlot! That's clearly the result of witch craft!"

Of course, Gorthac could easily see how turned on Sally still was from her intimate time with Hilda (Sally's nipples were still hard and the servant's own cunny honey had stained her robe) but he chose to humor her anyway.

"A thousand pardons, your ladyship, but I must ask these questions to get the root of the problem," Gorthac says, squeezing the trembling noblewoman's sensitive thighs.

The nude knight whimpers, but then answers. "N-no..."

"Never?" Gorthac asks, staring deep into Hilda's eyes.

"W-well... not normally..." she responds sheepishly.

"So it has happened before?" Gorthac asks, barely hiding a smile.

"A... a couple times..." Hilda admits in shame, causing Sally to gasp.

"What were you doing? It is of the utmost importance you tell me!" Gorthac says assertively, unable to believe his luck.

"I...I was horseback riding, a-and the saddle... it... it started to rub me... d-down there..." Hilda mumbles

"Was that the only time?" The healer asks in as serious a tone as he can muster.

"N-no..." Hilda confesses. "I... I also get... that way... when um, when I read certain books..."

Sally stands there, mouth wide open, and utterly dumbstruck.

"Books?" Gorthac asks, playing dumb.

"N-naughty ones..." Hilda blurts out, desperately wishing she could just find a hole to crawl into.

"Well, in that case, I'm going to need to examine you further!" Gorthac declares.