Check out the closet

You look around the room for some sort of club. There! You see a short, but sturdy-looking iron candle holder. You pick it up, test its weight. Yes, it should be suitable enough to bash a rat.

You head back to the closet, place your hand on the doorknob and grip it firmly. There's no way this rat will surprise you. You turn the knob silently, then you jerk the door open.

The iron holder stops in mid-descent.

You are startled to see a young woman crouching there. She looks rather surprised and embarrassed that you have found her.

"Excusez-moi, m'sieur," she says. "I...I did not expect you to see me here. Please--do not hit me!"

Her lips tremble, her face is ashen. Her eyes glance at the candle holder.

You move away from the closet and replace the holder on the shelf it came from. "And what exactly are you doing there?" you ask as you turn back to look at the woman.

By now, she's come out of the closet. "I--uh--I was hoping to spy on you and the lady you had here."

"I don't have a lady," you reply somewhat tersely. "At least, not yet. And why would you want to spy on us?"

"Please, do not be angry with me, m'sieur! It's just that I am what you call a voyeur--I like to watch people make love, and I was hoping to do so here, tonight. I am so sorry if I ave offended you. Perhaps
I can make it up to you in some way...?"

There is no mistaking the meaning in her words.