You have a visitor

As your thrusts pick up speed, and Margaery's first climax abates, you hear a knock on the door.

Both of you look at eachother, panicked, before her panicked expression softens into her trademark smirk.

"Who is it?" she calls out, daintily, as if your Lannister prick isn't skewering her wet, post-orgasmic cunt to the hilt.