Wandering around like that had three effects. First off was just what Senti wanted; people got interested, and if she had been a bit luckier there was no end of people that'd wave a few credits her way for a good ride. Not many people here were -rich-, but there were plenty that could pay their way. The second option was that some other 'gang', pimp or group spotted her trying to peddle her wares and decided they wanted a cut of the profit, and it was perhaps for the best that she didn't get -their- attention.<br/><br/>Finally there was number three. Neither the worst, nor the ideal result, but what happened all the same. Four men, all built like houses and with something approaching a brain between the lot of them. They were in a darkened corner waiting for someone to rob, extort or - as luck should have it - rape.<br/><br/>They stepped out, and large, lecherous hands reached toward her almost-exposed chest.<br/><br/>"Somethin's wrong with your zip."<br/>"Aye, let us help you out of them faulty clothes."<br/>"Yeah... We'll keep ye warm, won't we lads?"<br/>"Dead warm."<br/>"Come on, sweet stuff, show us them titties."<br/><br/>These were not, unfortunately for Senti, the kind who paid for what they could take. Or, at least, what they thought they could take. After all, no regular human could stand up to the four of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>