Anita's face would go red, glancing down in both an attempt to hide her face and to see just what was pressing up underneath her skirt. Syron would find her smooth, shaven entrance warm and soft to the touch while her lovely scent filled his nose. Though not having the best angle for it, Anita tries desperately to kick Syron away from her, her insistent struggling continuing. as Lyre peers down to take in her form, he would notice that Anita was fairly flat-chested, so the chest plate she was wearing would obscure any peeking down her V-neck shirt that he attempted. As Anita struggles so energetically, her sword sheath rattles a bit from all the movement, frequently colliding against the rock wall that Anita was hanging up against.