You don't get a chance to answer.

She's awfully wanton, and eagerly rubs your crotch. Stimulated by her actions, it hardens, causing her to giggle. You, on the other hand, are groaning softly.

She's kissing your neck when you hear footsteps, and she pulls away reluctantly, "Shit!"

You hear voices, one very composed and tired, another gruff and hurried, while yet another is hard and feminine. Yet you can't make out what they're saying until you're able to see just the barest hint of flickering torchlight other than the ones that were currently guttering out on the walls outside your cell door.

"....Come quickly, we haven't much time," the feminine voice spoke up, followed by a couple of grunts and the composed voice replied.

"I will die this night....how many times have I said that?"

The gruff voice growled,"At least 50, m'lord. Now, one of these cells has a hidden doorway...."

The girl is in awe, from what you can tell, yet frightened. Of what, you cannot say, because you cannot see."