Pathfinder hated to make the girl sad – she seemed nice, if a bit barbaric in her behavior.  But she wasn’t interested.  She kept walking through the parking lot, feeling the little tingling of her nipples hardening in her top as that damned thong continued to rub against her slowly-becoming-eager mound.  The elf almost groaned when Kanae stopped her…but thankfully, it was just to share some advice about what to do with the gang guys if a certain situation happened.  Then she frowned, and told the technomancer that if she needed some action, she had better do it before they got on the job, otherwise she was more likely to screw up…by screwing a gang boy.<br/><br/>The elf frowned.  “I am<em>not</em>horny, thank you very-”  She raised her arms to push off Kanae’s and brush herself off.  Unfortunately, in the latter action, she forgot that A: she was not wearing a bra, B: her nipples were poking dents in her top, and C: how she was moving her arms.  “-muuuuuuuuuuuch,” she finished the sentence, her body seizing up a little bit, back arching.  Pathfinder felt her honeypot<em>quiver</em>at the attention paid to her chest.  Putting a hand on the side of the garage, she used it to hold herself upright…mostly.  “I’m alright…I’m alright.  I just need a minute.”  Now that was a damn dirty lie if ever Kanae heard it.  The cute little elf girl was getting nice and horny.  Which, really, the problem suggested its own solution.<br/><br/>Cute little elf girl was a ganger’s hot piece of ass.<br/><br/>Kanae looked like a gang girl (albeit one with a dick).<br/><br/>And who in a low-class neighborhood would object to the sight of a side-alley fucking?