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Message: <blockquote data-quote="[OMENRPG]Ben" data-source="post: 5873934" data-attributes="member: 6677983">As you all try to press through the sweaty and grimy crowd, you're trying your best to prevent the copious amount of bodily fluid and irradiated paint from spreading over your clothes and armor.Nohome's height actually serves to his advantage, as he can see the majority of the hands that might potentially try to pilfer his valuables. He is able to avoid any predicaments coming his way, brushing groping hands away from entering into his pockets.Durkim's insight and keen perception allow him to avoid those he finds untrustworthy, and covers up his valuable possessions. Several of the human dancers, who he finds completely unattractive, try to rub up against his body and entice him to a seductive dance. As usual, he wisely moves past them.Max is somewhat disturbed and disoriented by the thumping music and the filthy crowd, and sticking close to his other companions he is able to avoid just about everyone from bumping into him. The wake made by Motog is sufficient to prevent any further attempts on his belt or pockets.Motog shoves past the scantily clad and glowing crowd, unaware of the large amount of sexually viable women eyeing him. One particular girl, a human, covered in glowing green and orange neon paint, her hair bundled up into a nest of locks and painted equally as brightly. She slides her sweaty arm across Motog's prodigious chest, and then rubs her hips against his torso.As she smiles up at him, nearly two feet shorter, she wraps her arms around his waist.[Nohome notices that she is trying to rob Motog, and that whether he is attracted to the filthy human or not, he isn't noticing her sleight of hand.][Motog, how do you react to this obviously willing female throwing herself at you?]</blockquote>

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