Angel took in the sight and most definatly the smells. The air was caked with the scent of such young flesh.... and oh those floral scents piecing together the chemical frustration. Seeing the young girls in the tattered remains of their clhting, Angel felt a warmth rising between her legs without any need for drugs. All be it, the hand crafted silken folds of Angel's dress were already beginning to deteriate. Acting on instinct, Angel looked to a small chair nearest her and sat down. "If you so much as lay a hand on me, I will kill you, but I can't say that I wouldn't enjoy the show. Sorry girls, but the world is what it is."