Their leader has a second wind

The tallest young man has been watching you treat his lackeys to tongue baths with growing interest, as evidenced by the full mast jutting out from his crotch once more.

“Oh, we couldn't let you do that, ma'am. We've made a mess of you. The least I can offer is a hot shower and a soft bed for the night.”

He walks up to you and pulls you onto your feet, your arm in one hand and your dress in the other.

“Or maybe you'd like to give me a fond farewell right here after all?”