Have sex somewhere

The two of you device a little game: try to have sex in as many different places as possible without getting caught.

Your office is already done, so you slam open the door, letting the ministers know that negotiations were succesful, and that they should go to their respective offices to remove economic sanctions on both sides. The conference room is soon empty. Not a second after the final minister has pressed the door close behind him, you jump at Philia.

You roll around on the table, messing up any stray papers left behind by the Ministry. Philia accidentally knocks over a bottle of ink. At first worried about ruining the fine hardwood table, you decide to relieve her worries by taking the ink bottle and pouring the remainder of it onto your chest, then walloping Philia with your inky black boobs.

Philia for one is awestruck by your boldness. You scrape along the smooth surface, leaving along a black trail everywhere you go. She relaxes enough not to even worry about leaving deep claw marks on the wood.

The conference room is left as it is: papers littering the floor, chairs tossed around, scrape marks and ink stains all over the place. You assure Philia that your palace has incredibly dedicated cleaners.

You tiptoe around the palace, trying to avoid anyone seeing the two of you covered in black ink. Constantly dripping a mixture of ink and vaginal fluid doesn't help. You can't go back to your room for a shower either: your servants would see you.

You decide to instead raid a small linen closet to soak up all the ink. In the process you of course have a quickie. Current tally: three rooms.