They grinned as they formed a small half circle around her. The knives remained out, but they were less likely to use them, appeased as they were. One guy - perhaps the ringleader, though they seemed more like a band of thugs than anyone organised enough to have someone in charge - took that extra step that bought him to stand with his feet bare inches before her own. One hand pushed up, and sealed around one of those big, soft tits to rub the flesh. An idle amusement while he gave her fair warning.<br/><br/>"Very lovely. Now, me n' my boys got no cause to hurt you, if you do -exactly- as we say. But if you call out, fight back, or try n run and, well..." Someone behind him flickered one of the knives in the light, as a way of reinforcing the point.<br/><br/>"Get her on her knees, Al'" came a voice from behind, at which the leader - presumably Al - nodded.<br/><br/>"You 'eard, on your knees, mouth open and hands ready. We're gonna paint your pretty little tits, ain't we?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>