The perfect place for a picnic

"It's so beautiful!" Hilda gushes as she surveys the scene in front of her.

Hunk smiles back at her as he helps her down from the wagon.

They are standing by the edge of crystal clear pond. Several large, impressive oak trees (perfect for sitting under on a warm, sunny day) dot the area, and the ground is covered in the lushest, emerald-green grass either of them have ever seen.

"Piahla told me a bout it," Hunk confesses as he sets their blanket and picnic basket on the ground. "But I must confess, her words did not do it justice."

"That woman deserves a raise," Hilda declares as she hugs her husband and gives him a gentle peck on his cheek.

"I suppose so," Hunk chuckles as his hands slide down to his wife's fine behind. He gives her a playful squeeze, causing the noblewoman to squeak and blush.

"H-honey!" She playfully protests as she grinds herself against him. "We aren't alone..."

Of course, the thought of someone else watching them excites Hilda, but... well, she has to at least try to keep up appearances in front of the staff.

"Oh, right," Hunk mumbles as he looks over at their waggoneer, Carla.

She was a burly orc woman and had come highly recommended, but she was still new at the job, and was currently blushing and awkwardly looking down at her feet.

"Come back in four hours," Hunk instructed her, tossing an additional gold coin to her. "Go enjoy yourself in town or something."

"Yes milord," the orc says as she quickly bows and then drives away.

The nobles watch her leave as they continue to playfully pet and kiss each other.

"So what now?" Hilda asks with a grin.