"Bend over the table, grip the ends of it, and lift up your kilt for me."<br/><br/>As he said that, he looked over his shoulder, and there was a table made of stone there. It was huge, and it would be unable for her to bend over it with her standing. Her feet would have to be a good amount off the floor. But he did not seem to care about it at all. He only sat there, waiting for her to do so, and quickly.