"Maria's" breath comes in short, weary pants as the two men crumple to the floor, leaving her alone to stand in the center of the room... covered in a sheen of sweat, with cum on her lips and a stream of the stuff running down her thigh. And when the door opens behind her, the monk immediately moves back into a defensive stance... only to find herself looking down at the inquisitive face of Lissu.<br/><br/>At the woman's "but how," Marric at least has the decency to blush.<br/><br/>"Um... I..." With a sheepish grin, the monk reaches down to return the smaller woman's embrace. "It's alright. You weren' too late... I just, erm, bit off a bit more'n I could chew, an' had to see the gamble through. I... umm... sorry..."