Miki stirs slightly as she is rolled over.  It wouldn't be enough to matter for most, but in her case it's because the position is a little odd with her tentacle still extended.  Her eyelids shift groggily and the main tentacle slithers sideways automatically, as her body tries to figure out what's going on without help from her eyes.  Her wings fold in over her top and she looks almost comfortable -- until the youth presents his foot to Breanna and sends her sprawling on top.  Her eyelids begin to move again, and she lets out a faint cry somewhere between a moan and a growl.<br/><br/>This young man is in the process of running his palms from the cop's shoulders, down over her back and onto her rear.  He can hardly believe that such a famous figure would be free for the taking, but most of the police are busy somewhere else today...  A couple of ladies gawk around trees at the sight, now that they're obstructed from viewing Miki's strange appendages directly.  "What," he calls to them testily, "You want to know what she feels like too?  Don't they sell these suits at Parco or someplace?"  He laughs as they inch back so just their eyes are still on target.  "But," he says to himself, "They don't have _her_ there."  He clenches his eager fingers in around her firm rear in the soft, clinging material.<br/><br/>Miki opens her eyes and coughs.  This is too much weight on top of her body, and starting to push against her wings - especially where the SWAT girl's bust curled over her at an angle.  She twists, barely aware of her own top sliding perilously far down her deep cleavage as she strains.  Finally, she has enough space to turn and look up.  The scene makes her blink: she doesn't get beaten often unless the bosses have been upset with her, but when she does get dropped in public girls sometimes show up to "borrow" her tentacles for a while...  Instead, there's this impish little man groping her opponent's ass and sliding his fingers around under her middle.  How odd, she thinks coldly. At least things were never boring with this American nuisance...<br/><br/>She pulls her legs and tentacle up behind her and switches her focus to the guy.  "Ahem," she growls softly.  "How would you like to do that someplace more comfortable?  You can do that at my place, but we need a car.  Or shall I wake her up so you can get to know her better first?"  Of course Miki is going to do nothing of the sort, but if it gets her a free ride.  She doesn't want to have to carry this one herself.  While he brings a vehicle, she spurts some grey-green ooze around Anna's neck.  It coagulates into a semi-solid bulb there, keeping her airway nice and narrow so she won't wake too soon...  Finally Miki gasps with relief, sits down, and makes a little feint at the girls with her tentacles.  This cop is so much trouble, it feels good to watch someone scream and keep their distance.<br/><br/>(Ooc: more to come shortly.)<br/><br/>