"Here, or should we go upstairs?" the sleazy man asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Right here!" Zeke Chambers said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he started stripping off his clothes. This wasn't the first time they'd ganged up on a girl. They felt no fear or tension, let alone any guilt.
Phoebe Faulkner was wearing the pink dress Linda had specially prepared for her. During the earlier scuffle and drinking, it had become soaked with red wine. Against the wine-stained pink fabric, her fair skin looked strikingly alluring.
The men had all been drinking heavily. At this sight, they could barely restrain themselves, each one eager to pounce.
They watched their leader, Zeke Chambers, who was still taking off his own clothes, and grew antsy, urging him to hurry.
One of them even gave Zeke Chambers a shove. "Hey, Zeke, what are you doing? Hurry up! Why are you stripping? Nobody wants to see you get naked. Get over there and strip her for us!"
