Open the door on the left.

I open the door on the left, and see five guards in leather armour sitting around a table playing cards by the light of a flaming torch. Three men, two women. They look up and see me.

"Can we help you, girl?"

"You must be new."

"Come for a quick fuck, have you?"

"Um," I say. "I think I've got the wrong room." I take a step back, but the closest guard reaches out and wraps an arm around my thigh, pulling me in closer to him.

"Don't you know maids have to do as they're told?" he says, pulling me in closer to him and forcing me down onto his lap. The other guards laugh as I squirm. He's a powerful, muscular, handsome man, and I can feel his cock swelling in his breeches as I wriggle and grind against his body. "You're not going anywhere."

"Eek!"

"Winner of the next hand gets to use her pretty little mouth," suggests one of the lady guards, as the handsome man lifts my skirt to show everyone my thighs and frilly panties. With his other hands he's fondling my breasts through my bodice. It's humiliating to be so roughly used, and it's definitely not turning me on at all. Not even a little. No way. He kisses the back of my neck, and frowns.

"Hey. She doesn't have her **** tattoo."

"So?"

"So, she's not a maid. She must be a little sneak-thief in disguise."

"Um," I say, as they all stare at me. "It... washed off?"

"Must be a little thief. You know what that means, don't you? We can use her all night long."

One of the other men lays a winning hand down on the table and leans back, beginning to unbutton his breeches. I'm **** to kneel before him, my skirt rucked up and my pert ass wiggling, and lick up and down the shaft of his cock before I take it in my mouth like an obedient little whore. The other guards laugh and ruffle my hair as they watch me suck cock, blushing bright red with the humiliation of being made their play-thing.

"Me next," says the lady guard. It's going to be a long night.