That's good enough

You grin at Evellyn: "Kinky, I like it. I knew you'd think of something satisfactorily.”

The guard has just enough time to stammer a few confused words, before you've set to work. You acquire some extra rope, lift the guard on top of Vanessa's back, gag her, and tie the pair up nice and good, facing opposite directions. Before long you've produced a small masterpiece of bondage, with Vanessa's head poking up from beneath the guard's buttocks and the guard resting her breasts on the curvature of Vanessa's firm ass.

Time resumes, Evellyn takes a glance at your work of art, and lets out a monumentally deep sigh before resuming her facepalm. Vanessa lets out a muffled protest at the sudden weight placed on her back, and the pair wiggle and wobble to and fro, like a wild horse trying to buck its mount, but to no avail against your masterful ropework.

Against a background chorus of humiliated stiffled objections, you turn to Evellyn: "Alrighty, that's settled. Time to find the artificer."