Mari's eyes went wide.... or would if her eyes weren't naturally the size of dinner plates, at the sight and sound of her clothes being ripped apart. She struggled to try and break free from the clay, but gave up after the clay simply molded along with her movements. There was a wimper from her lips as he took out one of her longer handled kunai. Mari took a sharp breathed gasp as the cold metal met her warm womanly lips. Not from any pain, but because the metal was so damn cold.<br/><br/>"You bastard! At least warm it up!" Mari shouted, struggling some more. "Uncultured beast! You never stick something in a girl without getting both it and her warmed up!"