Bake a cake

You've already got the eggs. Next a good cake needs is some flour: you cast your gaze around the street, and see a big pile of flour sacks stacked nearby against the gardenwall. You grab one, open it up, and empty it out over Evellyn's head.

The knight disappears in a cloud of white powder. When it settles down, you can see she's covered head to toe in the white substance, particularly there where the flour sticks to the wet egg yoke that was dribbling down from her head.

Once she's done spitting and coughing out the flour in her mouth, she tries to shake it off, but most stays in place. You zip by her in a flash, giving her breasts a good rubbing. This removes most of the eggs and flour, but it also means her tits are that much more prominently displayed, peeking out from underneath her flour outfit. The crowd becomes ever more rowdy.

"I'll get you for this you son of a bitch!" She screams.

The fidgetty servant girl reaches her and pulls the basket off her lady's head, firing off questions about her state of undress.

"Who did this to you milady?! What happ-"

Evellyn grinds her teeth, "Forget about that! Open. The. Door."

The maid obliges, quickly rummages in her pocket for her key, then starts unlocking the door with her lady anxiously waiting behind her. Evellyn continues casting furtive glances behind her at the crowd, and it looks to you like she's trying to find where you are. Meanwhile the crowd continues to laugh and jeer - they've never seen entertainment like this.

"Hurry you fool, or you're next!"

You hear the click of the doormechanism, and the maid pushes the door open and steps aside to let her lady run inside.