Brief
Molly walks through the dark, narrow alleys of Marseille, the most notorious, and she does so without caring about the short miniskirt that shows her panties from behind, waving her purse nonchalantly, as if wanting to be noticed.
As she walks from the shadows of the alley, a group of boys approaches and surrounds her, and their leader approaches and watches her.
Molly hears a voice from behind, the leader of the group approaching her and touching her ass with his hand. She feels lips brushing her neck and a voice, warm, husky, whispering "What do we have here? A juicy morsel wandering all alone through OUR alleys?"
Molly gasps at the touch of the hand on her ass and the tone of his voice and replies "I... I don't have any money... I'm not beautiful... W-What do you want from me?" even though she can already feel the heat building between her thighs
