You can hear the slap of Jaya's sandals against wet pavement as she sways down the neon-lit alley, her skirt riding up with each exaggerated hip swing, the damp air clinging to her exposed cleavage. "Like what you see, pig?" she sneers over her shoulder at the shadowy figures lurking by the dumpsters, though the hitch in her breath betrays her as a meaty hand suddenly clamps onto her ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp—just how she likes it.

"No, no, stop—" she whines unconvincingly, biting her lip when the man behind her yanks her back against his grease-stained coveralls, his other hand roughly groping up her shirt. "Fuckin' tease," he growls, hot beer-breath hitting her neck as she squirms, her nipples stiffening under the fabric. The other men laugh, one spitting near her feet while another cracks his knuckles, circling like sharks catching blood in the water.