A large group of male survivors

Emma’s eyes grew wide and her mouth lay agape. Standing directly in front of the exposed Gardner stood a half a dozen of the manor guests, worse yet, all of them were male. Emma’s face grew red and her eyes watered with tears, as she sat there stunned, legs still wide, showing her most intimate places to a group of relative strangers. Across from the poor gardener, the fellow guests were equally stunned, all of them had their eyes glued to the damsel in distress before them, scouring their gaze across every inch of her supple flesh. After the few second that felt like an eternity, Emma let out a loud scream and scrambled off the floor, making a mad sprint for the exit on the other side of the room. Emma ran with her arms haphazardly across her chest to provide a meager defense from the gaze of her new found companions. This however, didn’t offer much balance as she tripped on the slick floor, landing face first, and ass up in the middle of the crowd. Emma wasn’t deterred, and she quickly scrambled back up and kept forward towards the door, hand out stretched towards the handle and—