The man sneers and reaches forward, wrapping one meaty hand around the elf's left breast, and giving it a good, rough squeeze before sliding his fingers up and grabbing hold of the top of the woman's corset. Pretty much as the player thought, the orc has no difficulties tearing the silk-and-leather garment from her shoulders, and throwing it off to the side. A heavy splash indicates that the toss actually landed in a puddle...<br/><br/>Finally, as the orc's rough and gnarled fingers are tracing their way over the thick chain connecting the elven woman's breasts together, a new shadow falls across the alley. All too late, the man realizes where he is, and he struggles to draw his makeshift weapon in time... only to find himself confronted with Ginza, the wiry little hacker of Rishi's party.<br/><br/>"Oi, fella..." The frail man says, waving a pistol in greeting. "We're findin' ourselves at an impasse here. Your buddies are all knocked the fuck out, so that just leaves us with you. And here you stand, pinning our escort girl against a wall... Without even askin' us first."<br/><br/>As Rishi looks on, the hacker steps closer, cocking his pistol with one hand even as he holds out the other, palm up.<br/><br/>"Now, we can do this good business, or we can do this as a fight gone wrong. 100 Nuyen will get ya fifteen minutes with our girl here, an' then you can go your way an' we can go ours. Now, I'd say that's better than gettin' shot in the face, ain't it?"<br/><br/>The orcish thug seems to shift between confused, enraged, and relieved all in one fell motion, until finally he reaches one begrudging hand into a pocket. With a snarl, he turns his eyes on the Elf... and she can practically feel the loathing and anger that is soon to be directed at her.<br/><br/>"There's a good guy. Rishi, we'll be waitin' for you outside the alley. Bub... Keep it at least somewhat gentle, yea?" With a smirk, the little swindler plucks the $$100 from the thug's hand, and without so much as a second thought he turns and walks away...