You're currently dealing with perhaps the last thing you ever expected to encounter; hands. Just hands. Dozens of them, made of black latex and floating around you threateningly. You were trying to slowly back away from them, which seemed to be working...

...Until one swooped in, grabbing your wrist. Another slid under your shirt, feeling up your waist in a way that had you blushing in only moments. All of them seemed to be closing in on you, now.