Piahla parades her paralyzed protoge

Hilda blinks in the bright light of day feeling smaller and weaker than she has since she was a child (and in Piahla's care then, just as she is now). The downgraded diva looks around the filthy courtyard in despair as Piahla takes her by the hand and leads her along.

"Come along, dearie," Piahla says in a slightly sarcastic, but soothing tone.

Hilda stumbles along in a haze as the few other people working or walking by look at her, prompting the disguised noble to nervously cling on to her flimsy dress with her free hand, like a nervous child.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Piahla turns around to ask the blushing Hilda, knowing full well what the problem is. "Are you shy?" She says with a smug smile.

Hilda shakes her head in terror, not wanting her former nursemaid to do anything else to her.

"Oh, I think you are. And the only way to cure that is to introduce you to everyone," Piahla says as she yanks her former-employer along, the sudden jolt causing Hilda's makeshift underwear to slide - just a little - down her hips...