As you look at the assembled bar-full of bikers staring you down and sizing you up, your heart starts to pound like a jackhammer and you begin to hyperventilate even. Then you realize that you're panicking, losing control, and that in a situation like this, it is the worst possible thing you could do. You're not so sure why it seems like every single person eying you right now seems to be sizing you up (For all you know, you could just be quite attractive for a fox man..?), but if you don't just relax you might give them an opportunity, more than just your bare naked ass to grab at.
You swallow the saliva collecting into your maw in a painful gulp, squeezing your sweaty paws together as you take deep, slow breaths.
And just like that, everything seems more lucid, more concrete. You don't know if you're going to make it out of this, but you have an idea. As you step forward into the dark, stinking bar you can almost feel the crackle of electricity in the air, the tension as you approach the bikers frenetic and alive. You look about the room as they looked back until you find what you're looking for: Somebody who isn't tremendously fat, an iguana, smoking a cigar. He even appears to be about the same size as you are!
Unlike the others, he doesn't seem to by eyeballing you like an appetizer at a diner, instead he seems more puzzled, and as you slowly walk towards him, amused. Yet you don't slow your stride, strutting as confidently as possibly through the assembled crowd, despite your nudity. As soon as you see him, you don't avert your gaze from him for a second, even as a rather corpulent buffalo girl wearing a revealing waitresses outfit almost walks right into you, the bovine backing out of your path as she gasps and a blush spreads across her chubby cheeks.
You stop in front of the reptile as he smirks and shakes his head, "Look here, Mister... ahh... exhibitionist? What exactly do you want?"
Without breaking a sweat and hiding even a hint of emotion, you stare him straight in the eye while evoking the most badass voice you can muster.
"I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle."
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