<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">On the other hand, many of the male members of the audience seemed to have their gazes trained upon the strange woman who seemed to be giving the group a free show that they'd not soon forget.  The woman,  would feel a bit of a surge of lust around her, wanton and animal.  Most of the men wanted her,  but while she couldn't pin point the exact location of the presences their were four people gathered here that intended to HAVE her,  perhaps more....<br/><br/>If she looked about she could see various men exchanging glances,  some leering,  others were rather uncomtrorably shifting in their chairs to make up for the swelling that was building against the crotch of their pants.  As she danced along the table,  a man in leather began to stroke her leg before wrapping a hand around her ankle.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>With not knowing what is going on.  Risa a nymphomaniac cooped up on a ship.  Where the majority of males did not swing in a woman's way.  The one that did, seemingly having a fancy for the other pilot aboard the ship.   So with not knowing why they are even here.  Other then to find someone.  Not knowing of the picture.  She had let loose, was it foolhardy perhaps most definitely.   But she enjoyed to dance, to strut her stuff.  To shimmy and tease.<br/><br/>She can feel the lust she drew from the locals.   Also the four that seem much stronger.  Yet she could not pinpoint them.  Due to her own actions of being caught up in the moment.  As she stepped across to a table, wiggling.  A hand would caress along her leg, then suddenly her ankle is grabbed.  She try to twist and pull her ankle out of the grasp of the leering local dressed in leathers.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Risa rolled: 1d81<br/>Comment: To force movement pull away from hold of ankle.<br/>Result: 52,<br/>Total: 52<br/>( 0  |  roll 0, no skill )