The crowd start groping.

In her **** state, sprawled on the ground, Kate could feel some particularly drunk members of the crowd encroaching upon her personal space. Hands reached out, their touch invasive and violating, crossing the boundaries of decency and respect. The laughter transformed into a chorus of malicious glee, as some individuals took advantage of the chaos to subject her to further humiliation. Kate desperately fought against the hands that pawed at her exposed body. Some hands fighting each other to squeeze her breasts as she still lays on the floor. Meanwhile the other hands were going to a place far more violating as they star around Kates inner thighs and slowly make their way up to her pussy which was still wet from the urine she slipped on. As they start to run their hands across Kate's crotch she cried out, her voice a mix of pain, pleasure, and pleading, begging for them to stop. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the gleeful mockery of the crowd. The violation intensified her shame, magnifying the depths of her humiliation. Tears streamed down her face as she grappled with the horror of the situation. She felt powerless, stripped not only of her dignity but also of her agency.