She struts up to the gate

Hilda struts up to the front gate of the keep, her heart is pounding, her pussy is pulsing, and her breathing is ragged.

I'm doing it. I'm actually doing it.

She fights the urge to finger herself right there as she calls out in a ragged voice. "O-open the gate..." Hilda whispers, her body shivering in a mix of fear and arousal. There's no response.

No one's heard me yet. There's still time to run away. I can still keep my dignity, nobody has to know I'm a... a dirty girl.

Hilda bites her lip and runs her shaking hands over her nude body. Her eyes flutter close as she lets out a little moan.

Go back. Go back! Don't let them see how... nasty you are! Think of your future! Do you want to be a laughing stock? The subject of ridicule and bawdy bard ballads?

"...yesssss..." Hilda moans as she pinches her nipples and flicks her clit one last time.

She clears her throat, and in a slightly hoarse voice shouts. "OPEN THE GATE!"

Hilda runs her hands over her breasts and pussy as she squeezes her thighs together, before a naughty thought comes to her mind, and with a smile, she uncovers herself and puts her arms at her side, her face turning crimson red.

Moments later, a porthole in the gate opens up and a familiar face pokes through.