Their moment is cut short

Hilda and Sally continue taking pleasure from each other until a loud, low rumbling noise attracts their attention.

“Do you hear that?” Hilda says as she stops kissing her servant-turned-lover.

“I... I do mistress,” Sally stammers, as she slips back in to old habits. Her face is red as she thinks about what she was just doing. “It... sounds like a wagon?”

Hilda grimly nods.

“Well we need to hide!” Sally says, the fear obvious in her voice. “W-we can't let them see us! N-not like this!”

Hilda sighs wistfully. “Uh... y-yeah. We definitely d-don't want that...”

The bare knight looks around and spots a few trees not too far from the path that would make for a suitable hiding spot.

“Come on!” She says as she grabs Sally by the arm, making the smaller woman blush.

The two quickly dart over, abandoning their already flimsy and frail outfits in the road. The two slide behind cover just as a large, rickety wagon comes into view.

“Oh no,” Hilda whispers. “I don't believe this!”

“What?” Sally asks, as the wagon comes to a stop, and the sweet shortstack gasps.

A familiar looking witch steps down from the vehicle and chuckles. “This ought to do,” she says as she begins chanting, no doubt part of a strange spell.

“I don't think she sees us mistress,” Sally says with a sigh of relief. “Let's get out of here before things get even worse.”

“No,” Hilda says as a wicked grin spreads across her face. “We're going to stay right here...”