Helaine agreed with Gerald to storm the castle gates this evening was the best course of action, although she sensed underlying meaning to his statement.  Her only concern was saving a fellow knight from nefarious enemies.  Dressed like her comrades at arms but a smaller version (being 5’4”, her armor had to be specially tailored to fit), blonde hair in a braided crown on her head, she nodded in response, a broad shield on one arm and drawn sword in the other.<br/><br/>Lancelot was about to rush the heavy doors of the castle, when they mysteriously opened on their own accord.  All three knights suddenly wary, hunkered behind shields, imaging a bloodthirsty hoard charging out to meet them.  Instead airy harp music and feminine voices greeted their unprepared senses.  “Look my sisters, more visitors!”  A voice like a silver bell called out.  Helaine peeked over her shield and couldn’t believe her eyes.  The castle was brightly lit, entryway crowded with smiling young women, in their late teens to early twenties.  Her quick scan of the space did not reveal any hiding spot an enemy could emerge or attack from.  Standing upright, light green eyes sweeping the crowd, Helaine’s right eyebrow quirked in inquiry of the situation.  Obviously, no threat in sight, the knight was befuddled.  “We have come to rescue our fellow knight, Sir Galahad.  We know you hold him captive.”  She proclaimed in a loud voice.<br/><br/>“Welcome strong and young knights!”   The leader, a tall buxom blonde, glided forth and attached herself to Lancelot’s arm.   “My name is Zoot,” pressing her body next to his side, “we are so happy you are here and will attend to your every need.”  Signaling to two handmaids nearby, “Midge and Crumple,” a blonde and brunette pushed their way through the young, nubile flock in response, “take this knight to his room to rest and recover.”   With joyous laughter, the lithe maids drew him away.  Overwhelmed with the feminine beauty around him, Lancelot, sheepish smile on his face, allowed himself to be separated from his comrades.<br/><br/>A shapely brunette appeared by Helaine’s side, hands gently attempting to remove her shield.  “Dame, l would be happy to show you to your room personally.”  Deep voice full of promise, red lips curved in invitation.  Helaine was taken aback.  What was going on here?  "We are here to rescue Sir Galahad! We know you keep him prisoner."  Pushing her way past the brunette, she hoped Gerald would follow.  Lady Zoot made her way to her side, slender hands fluttering,  "We do not keep the handsome knight prisoner.  He aids us in executing long overdue spankings and we will in kind repay with oral sex."   Helaine could see Lancelot's increased interest in the last part of Lady Zoot's statement, his stance more invigorated.  "What peril is this?" She cried in alarm.