Alex had a habit of always being on guard. She was such a modest girl that she never wanted to allow anyone to have a compromising view of her or to take advantage of her. Even now, as she put herself in a vulnerable position climbing up on the statue, thoughts of someone popping into the lounge door and having a perfect view up her short skirt flashed through her head. But she tried to put them out of her mind, or at least use them to motivate her to get the key quickly and hop back down to the ground. It was... just... barely... out of reach... Standing on the shoulders of the statue, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, throwing her balance off at the expense of the few extra inches she needed. Finally her fingers wrapped around the key, tugged it down, and then she felt it. She had kept an eye on the door, but she never in a million years would have expected the source of her violation to come from so close!<br/><br/>She felt the strong, powerful hand squeeze her rear end, under her skirt, but over her panties. The fingers sank into her soft butt easily, even if she didn't realize how phenomenal her ass really was. It was as if even the unliving statue couldn't resist with her putting it right by its face. Her heart started beating so fast, the unexpected sexual feeling making her tingle in her nethers; a fact that she was more than a little embarrassed about. Her instinct was to get away from the molester, but in her current position, that was not exactly possible.<br/><br/><b>[Roll: 8]</b><br/><br/>The conflict was between trying to keep her balance and trying to get away, and ultimately trying to get away won out. She tumbled downward, landing hard on the floor. With one leg draped over the other seductively and her skirt barely covering her recently molested butt, somehow her first thought was confusion at why she was still aroused. She did NOT enjoy the fondle, but her body was still excited by it! With a embarrassed expression on her face, she shook her head and looked up at the statue that now loomed over her, her mind scrambling to come up with an explanation for how it possibly could have just moved on its own.