The group of them blinked. Well, all except Bobby, who was still in a sort of stupor on the floor groaning to noone in particular with his prick still hanging out to one side. And then they laughed, uproariously, as a group of thugs tend to do when a slight of a girl threatens to kill them. "I don't think yeh get how this rape business works!" "We weren't gonna -pay- yer fine ass!" "If we had cash for hookers we'd hardly be loiterin' around here, would we?" There were more; a tirade of jesting at her.<br/><br/>She gathered two things from it, though; they didn't plan on paying her, and even if they'd wanted to they probably had a fraction of what she'd hoped for anyway. They were, after all, the kind of scum that stole food, sex and weapons as and when they needed it... Resulting in a surplus of sex, drugs and booze, and a distinct lack of money or a place to really live.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>