Try to jump the fence
From Create Your Own Story
Probably not the wisest decision. You try to squeeze between the large spikes on top of the fence and the low-hanging branches, but unfortunately, the crotch of your shorts gets stuck. As you attempt to free yourself, one hand slips and the bar slams into your man parts. You howl. This attracts the attention of a pretty girl who is lounging in the lawn chair, but also the guards, who rush over and pull you down from the fence. After giving you a few kicks for good measure, the guards roll you over on the manicured lawn so that you are looking up at the pretty girl.
She has lightish brown hair and Hispanic features. Her tan and athletic legs rise up toward beautiful hips encased in purple shorts. A light blue tank top barely covers the fine copper skin of her chest. It is clear she isn't wearing a bra. She looks down at you petulantly, with the definite air of someone who is in charge.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" She asks. With the eight muscly guards standing around you, you're not sure what to say. In fact, you are not sure what you are doing here at all. Looking for a missing girl, who may be a prostitute now, and who could be anywhere in the city? you think to yourself. It doesn't sound convincing.
"You people are all the same," she says. "Guards, search him and take his camera. You think you can get pictures of me sunbathing? Would that sell your little magazine? Well, sell this," she says. She lifts up the blue tank top and reveals her breasts. They aren't huge, but you find them to be pleasantly rounded, with nice dark nipples. It isn't a long flash, and soon the guards are kicking you again.
They convince themselves after several invasions of your private areas that you are not carrying a camera, and tell the girl as much. She looks much less confident. "So...you're not a reporter?" she says. You groan and try not to let your eyes water in front of her. "Well, then, toss him out and station a guard at the bars," she tells her men. She walks off, hips swaying hypnotically, and the guards do as she as ordered.
You are now sore and in the street. Do you -
