"Aw...nothing to say? I guess we'll just decide what they are on our own then. I think they are udders, cow." The man laughed as Skye was finally hauled to her feet. The target seemed to be ready for the next phase, but despite the fact her cuffs were swiftly removed, the way the men surrounded her it seemed clear letting her go wasn't on their minds. Indeed their intentions were conveyed with a single word.<br/><br/>"Strip."