Left.

Cecilia went left to investigate the sounds in the living room...

And there was Myria, straddling Tarquin in one of the armchairs. The lithe duelist was facing her, sitting in Tarquin's lap as the wizard's cock plunged into her from behind. Tarquin was breathing heavily, chin on Myria's shoulder, hands on her hips. His eyes were shut, his face a mask of pleasure as Myria ground her hips into his, driving him deep inside her.

Myria looked up and locked eyes with Cecilia, who stood agape at the sight. Myria's eyes were glazed over in pleasure, but she still managed to shoot Cecilia a sly grin, followed by a wink. The grin lasted only a moment before the petite rogue's body began twitch. Her legs shook and her belly clenched, and a soft squeal issued from her throat. Tarquin responded in kind, and Cecilia watched his balls tighten as his cock pulsed inside of Myria's vagina.

Cecilia backed up, wanting to go back down the corridor, but she was oddly transfixed by this erotic sight. She was still a virgin, and had never experienced the sexual acts that Myria prided herself on. She felt warm... down below... as Tarquin's cock slipped out of her friend's womanhood, dripping with their combined fluids.