Tie her to the doorhandle

The knight tries to use the opportunity provided to her by the massed confusion, which has allowed her to mostly stay out of the attention of the crowd. She continues knocking on the door, trying to get one of the servants to open it, but you spring into action to make life a bit more difficult for her. You acquire some suitable rope, loop it through the handle at the top of the door, and bind it around her wrists.

Upon resuming, the knight finds her hands hoisted up high. In this fashion she's unable to cover herself, and can't do much more than pivot, spinning around hanging from the bonds and deciding whether to press her front or rear against the door. She modestly decides to spin face-first against the door, though that does leave her **** from behind.

While most men are still engaged with the women in their midst, you pop in and out of the crowd in order to give an encouraging push forward to a strapping lad in his early twenties, who was watching the knight intently. A little hesitantly at first, he moves up behind her, and then goes in for a couple spanks, and then a good fondling of her breasts, the feeling of which you see clearly excites him.

Upon unexpectedly having someone run his hands over her, the knight yells and struggles, before managing to deliver a kick to the man's stomach which sends him tumbling into the crowd, attracting a whole lot of unwanted attention.

Finally, mercifully, the little window set in the door slides open and the domestic servant peeks out. When she sees the knight she's about to greet her, before noticing her lady appears to be naked from the shoulders down. She puts her fingers in front of her lips to supress a gasp.

"Lady Evellyn, what happened?!"

The knight gnashes her teeth "You twit! Open! This! Door!"

The servant quickly snaps the hatch shut and you can loudly hear the rummaging of heavy keys, and subsequently the tell-tale click of the mechanism unlocking. The door creaks inward and Evellyn gets pulled inside her way by the doorhandle, her naked behind slinking into the shadow of the gate. Her servant attends upon her, reaching up and untying her lady's bonds, while firing off a series of astonished questions about her state of undress.

"What happened my lady? What happened to your armor, your clothes! Oh goddess have mercy, who are the perpetrators, was it this mob?"

So very close to safety Evellyn's embarrassment becomes all the more acute, and she clutches herself tightly.

"Close the door you fool before you're next! ..Or worse, me again." Evellyn orders, muttering that last bit under her breath