There would have been, but...

Neither Hilda nor Sally are weavers, so it takes the two cuties many, many tries to get this right, long after all the biggest and best leaves had been ruined and discarded.

"Perfect!" Sally says as the finishing touches are finally put on her new outfit. Because of her far-sightedness, Hilda had to tie her vines together for her (something Sally found secretly wonderful, and will revisit in her mind many times, once she has access to a bed and some privacy).

Hilda and Sally then awkwardly look away from each other, their faces red with embarrassment.

"W-well... I guess it's better than nothing..." Sally stammers as she sneaks a peek at her mostly-naked crush.

"Y-yeah..." Hilda mumbles. She nervously moves her makeshift clothing around. It consists of two vines, one wrapped around her chest, the other around her oh-so-squeezable hips.

The noble's 'bra' has two leaves tenuously tied to it, each one intended to cover a breast, but the leaves are small and don't like to stay where they are supposed to.

Hilda's 'panties' have only one leaf dangling down in front of her furry crotch. Much like the bra, it doesn't cover everything. There wasn't anything left to use for the back, so Hilda's lovely ass is left beautifully bare and exposed, a detail the wind is only too eager to remind her of.

"Do... do you think we can go into town? D-dressed l-like this?" Sally nervously ask as she runs a hand along her bare arm.

All Sally has to wear are two bare vines. One is wrapped around her flat chest (and constantly tickles her super-sensitive nipples). The other wraps around her crotch, riding up between her cheeks, and does absolutely nothing to cover her luscious pussy pelt.

Sally's 'clothing' is worse because she insisted that Hilda get the best materials, and would only make something for herself after her mistress had an outfit.

"W-we don't have a choice," Hilda says as she feels another pleasurable shiver shoot up her spine.

Gods... I can't believe I'm doing this!

The bold, bare knight bites her lip as she struggles to suppress a moan. Her knees almost buckle as her tummy fills with butterflies.

"We... we have to go..." Hilda's hands shoot up to exposed nipples to adjust her coverings, but really its just for a quick pinch. "Mmmmm... like this..."

Sally nods, too lost in her own fantasies to realize what Hilda is doing...