Caught ogling

The sight of her silk clad arse, bent over - Sansa, on her knees beneath the table was enthralling. What you wouldn't give to reach out and grab a handful of her beautiful, nubile flesh. Just one cheek to worship and adore. Just one. Motionless. Cheek.

Sansa had stopped crawling beneath the table.

Slowly, you drag your eyes from her pert rear up her slender frame and settle on her face. All this must have happened within a few seconds, as the shock sets in on both your faces. You've been caught staring, ogling your sisters body.

"Jon!" she shrieks. Inelegantly pulling herself from beneath the table and dusting herself off. She walks imperiously towards you, finger outstretched and pokes you in the centre of your chest as you fall back towards the stone wall behind you. With her before you, finger digging into your ribs, her shocked expression has changed to a mingling of other emotions as she continues to berate you.

"You boys are disgusting - you promise to help me look, but now you're more concerned with appraising my body? What did you think, that I wouldn't notice? I wouldn't have been surprised if I caught you drooling! You're all animals. Baseless, graceless, animals. I can't wait to find a real man, who knows how to treat a woman properly."

She storms off, leaving you alone in the Great Hall.