Amy glared right back, resentfully, shaking with her desperation.  "T-- tell me what you want," she managed to say.  She couldn't stop herself anymore.  If they wouldn't touch the lens, wouldn't let her touch it, then she'd have to please herself the more usual way.  She moved forward, reaching for the nearest young man and tearing at whatever clothing he still wore.  Consequences forgotten, she felt like she'd die if she didn't climax, soon and often.