Bounced, jostled, and pawed at by many a pair of anonymous hands, Anna Marie was off balance and flushed with irritation by the time she was forced over to the woman who was clearly in charge here. She was only thrown more off-guard when the woman spoke - she'd written them off as some kind of mindless sex-zombie after the way they behaved in the previous room- and she audibly gasped as the woman took a rough hold of her hair and pulled her in. She only struggled a little against the blonde's grasp, just enough to turn her head to look up past her chest and towards the woman's face. She knew trying to break free entirely was hopeless; she was far too badly outnumbered here. Unfortunately, she wasn't nearly as disciplined when it came to her mouth.<br/><br/>"Who are you calling a slut, skank?" She hissed back up defiantly at the blonde, an outraged look accompanying her flushed cheeks. "No way I'm laying a hand on<i>your </i>nasty ass; I'd probably catch something!"<br/><br/><b>[Anna Marie does something dumb.]</b>