That sounds like a request, milady. Where's the whip cream?

Just before the servant girl is about to push the door shut, you zip inside. You admire your naked victim's body, kneeding one of her breasts while thinking of a suitable final surprise to bestow on her.

You hop outside and borrow some woman's laces and garterbelt to use to gag the knight and to bind her hands behind her back with. Next you run over to the mansion kitchen for ingredients and retrieve some fruits and vegetables. After digging around the kitchen for a bit you come across the greatest prize of all: a container full of fresh whipped cream. You eagerly return to the yard to start applying the cream to Evellyn's exposed breasts, and then top both mounds off by delicately placing a strawberry on top. Finally, you grab the most phallic-shaped vegetable you can find and slide it into her panties with the top portion sticking out, and the remainder bulging underneath the fabric.

"excellenté!" You kiss the air and make excited gestures with your hands like a southern chef, deciding the course to be finished, and then find a good spot nearby to hide.

Time resumes, and the maid pushes the door shut and locks it. But when she turns back towards her lady, she suddenly finds her tied up and adorned like some kind of dessert course. She exclaims and throws her hands up in surprise, letting the keys clatter onto the ground. Her lady is unable to do anything but let out a series of outraged muffled noises and wrestle with her bonds, causing the strawberries to fall and the whipped cream to start slipping across her boobs, and the vegetable to chafe awkwardly between her legs. You peek around the corner from your hidingplace, seeing the servant girl run about in utter consternation, attempting to untie the bonds of her mistress, who is flushed red both because she is blushing profusely at this peak indignity you heaped upon her, and because she's furious and fed up beyond measure.

When the servant releases her hands, Evellyn tears the gag out of her mouth and pulls the vegetable out of her underwear, angrily flinging it into the yard. She curses angrily: "Damn him! Damn that Goddess-thrice-cursed filthy animal!!!"

Your work here is done. You race by in a blur, giving her a good smack on the ass for good measure - eliciting additional curses - and hop up the garden wall.