Tammy plays with the lock while Clara plays with herself

Tammy smiles to herself as she continues to play with the door's lock. She's already broken it, but she's enjoying watching these three cuties squirm too much to let them get inside just yet.

Meanwhile, Clara watches Hilda as the naked knight strokes Hunk. Seeing those two is too much for the sex-starved constable, and soon she's slipping one, then two, then three fingers into her wet and wanting hole. She matches Hilda stroke for stroke, mewling like anything but a hard-ass law woman as the two humans continue to engage in their public debauchery.

Soon the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills the air, and Tammy turns around to watch this all unfold. She isn't even pretending to fuss with the door anymore, but everyone else is too busy to notice.

Hunk's cheeks are flushed with shame and his eyes are shut tight as a weak, effeminate moan escapes his lips. Hilda's literally got him in the palm of her hand, and is loving every second of this.

Clara is only a couple of feet away, staring at them as she diddles herself.

Any basic concept of modesty has been thrown away by all three of the horny perverts as they continue to fill their baser urges. But then, just as it looks like release is at hand, the halfling thief decides to interrupt things.

"*AHEM*" Tammy says as she loudly clears her throat theatrically. "The door is open." She pushes it with a loud squeak, as the three look at her, each of them blushing and panting with lust.