Linny is there doing... well, it wouldn't be polite to say

Hilda slowly pokes her head through the door, and spots a pile of discarded clothing.

Out of instinct, our brave but foolish heroine crawls into the room on her hands and knees, eager to find something she can use to cover herself.

"Stop," says a feminine voice from the far corner of the room. There's a lamp there (the otherwise darkened room's only source of light), with a shadowy figure stretched out beneath it.

Hilda freezes in fear. She left her weapon back with Sally by the door!

"Don't come... any closer," the voice says in a strangely jilted manner.

The nearly naked knight is about to speak when the monotonous voice starts back up.

"Lady Hilda wh-whispered as the hands... star-ted to f-fumble with the straps... of her armor..." the voice says.

Is... is she...?

Hilda's face goes as red as a tomato.

"I will do any thing. You say. Just... don't hurt him... Hilda pleased. Er, pleaded. Hilda pleaded. As she let the assass-in slowly strip her naked," the voice droned on.

She... she's reading my book! N-no one's supposed to see that!

As Hilda squatted there, completely mortified, her hearing picked up on a very, very faint *schlicking* noise coming from the same corner.

Oh gods! She... she's getting off to it!

"Holy fuck this is hot!" Says the voice of Linny as she slowly pulls her hand out of her wet pussy just long enough to turn the page.

Hilda goes rigid as a strange mix of shame and pride washes over her.

Wait, she... she likes it?