Maribelle knew, of course, that the little scene she was taking center stage in would probably be frowned upon by anyone from the rest of the party who saw it.  She could explain, and might even get some sympathy from some of the group, but it would still make things incredibly awkward.  So, when the door slammed, she stopped her spanking immediately, jumping in her seat a bit and looking up to see who had caught her.<br/><br/>"...Ah.  Er, hello, sir knight."  Oh dear.  While that armor made it difficult to tell what the massive, black-armored figure's reaction to the situation was, there was certainly a quite... intense aura that seemed to be radiating from him.  He was the lady Alice's protector, right?  So she was probably in trouble...  "I don't suppose you'd be willing to believe that there's a very good reason I'm doing this?"<br/><br/>Well, alternately, she supposed it was possible that his blood vessels were boiling over with barely-restrained lust, and that he was seconds away from having his way with the two of them...  But surely, as a noble knight, his self-control was much greater than that, right?<br/><br/>...Right?