Nigel

Nigel steps towards you, forcing you to bend your head up to look him in the face. He reaches his hand out, putting it round your cheek, feeling your face. He then pushes his thumb into your slightly agape mouth, forcing your mouth open. Lifting your top lip, he checks your teeth. You stand there and let him, slightly in shock, and slightly intimidated by the much larger man. Satisfied he removes his thumb, grabbing your breast instead. He kneads it, seeming to assess you. Finally withdrawing his hand, he addresses you directly.

'Women are not permitted clothing in my house".