When Cyrine feels the large hand against her breast she ...feels strange. Not repulsed..or panicked. Just strange.  She clacks the Gladstone in her mouth and looks over her shoulder "erm...Its not that you smell..BAD..you just...smell like..Dude." she insists. "Guys smell funny. All, musky and..bleh." she insists.<br/><br/>She tries to fight the combination of bored/drunk. "This uh..." She looks around the room. "Is there maybe a better way to do this?" She looks to the crates, as she continues to unbutton her leather tunic, leaving it completely open now, with just the red bra showing. Her pants start to fall down as shes standing- almost to her knees. This was just...strange. "So...story? Story and...i dunno..something comes off..and things can..touch that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>