"Now now, that's no way for a pretty girl to talk," the man chuckled.  The hand on Zitka's breast began to massage it, while his other hand began to roam down her stomach.  "I think... hm?  What's this," he said as his fingers brushed against her clit piercing.  "Looks like our foxy lady's got a few toys already.  How about you come with me and we'll make sure you feel good, hm?" he asked as he started to pull Zitka over to one of the buildings, someone inside opening the door as he approached.