Claim you are foreign

The two men approached me, looks of somewhat bemused but happy shock on their faces.

"Hi" I said in my worst foreign accent. "I am from Sweden."

One man replied. "Oh, really? So your foreign, huh?"

I said "yas."

I looked at the other man. He was rubbing the bulge in his pants. He was staring at me. I looked down and realized that I was still rubbing myself. A little glossy stream was growing on my leg where my wetness had begun to drip down.

The one I had originally talked to walked forward. He grabbed my arm and began to drag me out back to the street.

What happens to me now?