"I-I think you need to look into what corruption means once more, Sir Lammy." Artie stuttered over her words, swallowed, and straightened her back. That only brought her face closer to his. He chuckled as he watched her cheeks turn pink. Artie held her breath as the man slowly looked down her whole body, smirked, and stepped back, making it easier for her to breathe.
"Hmm, maybe, but I think I like this meaning." He told her while smiling still. Artie hated that she was weak to that look in his eyes. The sobbing, needy Sir Lamorak of the previous night was okay, but this version? She was in trouble with this one. "Now, Sir Kay, if you would." Sir Lamorak said, and with a nod, Sir Kay turned, nodded to Artie, before he put his arm by her thighs, and his other arm on her upper back. With one quick motion, Artie found herself in a princess hold in Sir Kay's arms once more.
"W-Wh-Put me down!" Artie protested loudly, and Sir Lamorak laughed.
