[ Gareth honestly felt herself tempted to get lost in admiration for their scantily clad savior-that-they-were-supposed-to-be-saving. She was built like a titan, but carried with her the sort of heavenly beauty that would make anyone blush to look at them for long enough. She felt like she was beholding that Other Version of her king for a moment.
But it didn't distract her enough to not also be immediately worried about her Master, but feeling hopeless to do anything about it because they were still, however hopelessly, under cover and she couldn't just start fighting alongside her fellow knight to try and keep the peace, much as she was tempted to. She let Kadoc guide her, and behind the bar seemed like a good place to regroup, but...
But.
Butt.
Hand on her butt.
Gareth screamed, leaping nearly her whole height up into Kadoc's arms (boy she sure hoped he was able to grab her or else she'd be eating shit on the bar). A very drunken, black-eyed pervert giggling themselves into a fit right next to them. ]
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But it didn't distract her enough to not also be immediately worried about her Master, but feeling hopeless to do anything about it because they were still, however hopelessly, under cover and she couldn't just start fighting alongside her fellow knight to try and keep the peace, much as she was tempted to. She let Kadoc guide her, and behind the bar seemed like a good place to regroup, but...
But.
Butt.
Hand on her butt.
Gareth screamed, leaping nearly her whole height up into Kadoc's arms (boy she sure hoped he was able to grab her or else she'd be eating shit on the bar). A very drunken, black-eyed pervert giggling themselves into a fit right next to them. ]