She tells the truth (or at least some of it)

"I'm not Hilda Brandt! I-I just..." Bev says as Jennette yanks her panties down, exposing her big, beautiful, and very hairy bush.

"Mmmm, too poor to buy a razor?" Jennette giggles.

Bev yelps in shame as her face goes crimson. Her arms are still bound behind her, leaving the rest of her milky white, soft body on display. She jiggles and shakes as she futilely struggles to free her hands.

"I'm starting to think you aren't her..." Jennette says as she kneels down and lifts one of Bev's feet, one at time as she confiscates the big beauty's skirt, shoes AND dirty undies.

"M-my pannies!" The robber whines as she's left as helpless as one of her typical victims.

"A real noble wouldn't be caught dead sporting a pelt like that!" Jennette mocks as she tugs on Bev's big bush.

They wouldn't?

Hilda blushes in shame as she looks down at her own furry snatch and nervously runs her fingers through it.

It... it isn't that bad, right?

The naked knight squirms as she feels Sally's fuzzy peach rub against her ass.

Well, at least I'm not as hairy as Sally...

"OUCH!" Bev whines and whimpers. "S-stopping pulling on it!"

"Then tell me where your mistress is, and I... might... let you keep these..." Jennette says as she dangles Bev's purloined panties in front of her flushed face. "Well?"

Bev nervously gulps.