Scratch that, run!

You'd be nailed to the wall if Fen got her hands on you here. You duck under her swiping fist, hit all fours, & scamper away.

Discretion over valour. Or survival over dignity.

The thug chases you from on high, like Godzilla chasing a peasant. She can barely squeeze herself into the gap, let alone keep up with you. She awkwardly reaches down for you & manages to catch your tights. But when she tries to lift you up by them, you fall out, splatting down erection first. By the time she's tosses your tights away in disgust, you've knee-sprinted to safety.

"Ooh, so close Fen. But at least you got him out of his pants."

Ignoring the whistles & spankings from the front row, you extricate yourself & get back over the barrier. But back down the ramp, Fen is trying to get into the crowd. She almost steps over the barricade but is simply too big to move in the small space, not helped by the jostling fans. She can't even search for you when she has to keep telling them off.

"Move! MOVE IT!"

She's searching? She's completely lost me!

The thug gives up on moving through the audience & steps back onto the rampway, but an overexcited fan got a handful of her backside.

"Alright, who copped a feel!?" Half fury, half indignation.

The lucky sap raises his hands & smiles, but retreats when she reaches for him. So do the 10 people around him. Security swoop in, desperately trying to stop Fen going into the crowd & punishing the pervert.