Bennie J shot him a glare. "What the fuck're you doin'?"
T-Bone retorted, "Shuddup, fool!" He turned back to the woman, thinking he was a real ladies' man. (He never considered the fact he was being racist and positively stupid, which usually went together.) "We can love you long time, baby! We give you all the boom-boom you want!"
The woman stopped walking. Mad Dawg braked in turn, and T-Bone thought to himself, Aw yeah, here we go! She turned to the homeboys in their center of the universe, considered them with still-neutral eyes.
The hell is the deal? It was Mad Dawg's turn to be a little disquieted, like Bennie J. Then he felt something that didn't make any sense...it sure as hell didn't help his sudden sense of unease. She was looking at them, all three of them...but for his part Mad Dawg got the sense she was also looking into him, like his skin was suddenly made out of glass and she could see inside. It was the strangest feeling he ever had in his relatively short life, and he had no idea T-Bone and Bennie J felt the exact same thing. The feeling passed almost as quickly as it came.
When she finally spoke, it was with a velvet-smooth voice that held no accent, like a person who had a perfect understanding of English but did not speak it normally:
"You see my not wearing clothes as...unusual."
All three homeboys simply stared at her for a brief moment, taken aback by her words. Then, Mad Dawg and T-Bone burst out laughing. T-Bone shrugged and said, "Hey, baby, unusual or not, we ain't arguin' wit' it!"
Bennie J, the only one of the three who didn't like this from the start, didn't laugh. He shook his head and said nervously, "Aw man, I had a feelin'. Somethin' ain't right about this shit!"
It was then T-Bone's turn to throw the gangsta in back a glare. "Looks right as rain to me, Bennie, so shut up!" Except...he wouldn't say that he was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the situation, too.
In spite of his own unease, Mad Dawg's hormones continued to win out. "What'chu say, girl? Wanna get in? We'll make your week, guaranteed!"
The woman spoke as if she didn't hear him. "You are also criminals."
Mad Dawg blinked. "Huh?"
T-Bone couldn't help but ask, "How she know we be gangstas?"
Bennie J was getting geninely agitated with the situation, and took it out on T-Bone. "Take a look at yo'self, motherfucker! Or maybe you think she be profilin' like the fiive-oh? Let's just go, Dawg!"
Her next words truly surprised them. "I will require those who can assist me. Those who can serve me. You shall do."
T-Bone didn't understand...he couldn't at that moment. "Say what?"
Mad Dawg's eyes narrowed. "The fuck did you say?"
"First, one of you must give me your clothes," the woman said, authoritative. "Now."
"Dawg, c'mon, let's just fuckin' go!" Bennie J wanted to be anywhere but there with that woman. He couldn't have explained why...not at that time...but something about her made him want to be somewhere else, and as quickly as possible.
For T-Bone, it was confusion that escalated. "Is she crazy or somethin'?"
"We're not givin' you shit, bitch," Mad Dawg said with menace. He was getting angry with this woman. Who this bitch think she be talkin' to? Sayin' we're gonna fuckin' serve her and shit?
Bennie J blurted, "Just fuckin' go, Dawg, let's go!"
The woman looked directly into Mad Dawg's eyes. "I do not wish to ask this, but I must. I need those who are able to serve me...and I will need clothes. I require such now."
"Maybe you didn't hear me, bitch!" Dawg got out of his center of the universe, motivated purely by anger. T-Bone immediately got out the other side. So did Bennie J from Dawg's side. Reluctantly. Dawg took a few menacing steps toward the nude woman, gesticulating as he spoke. "We're not givin' you a fuckin' thing! We're sure as hell not gonna be yo fuckin' servants and shit!"
"It does not matter what you want," the woman said. "I need such things from you."
Dawg glared at her. "What the fuck will you do if I don't, ho? Tell me what you'll do if I fuckin' don't!"
T-Bone and Bennie J were behind Dawg, backing him up. T-Bone knew as well as Bennie J how angry their fellow gangsta could get, and besides his increasing desire to just get the hell out of there, he figured this hoochie wasn't worth making any trouble with. "Yo Dawg, chill, man! She gotta be one of those leather freaks or somethin', man. You know, they put leashes on each other and they use whips an' shit, makin' each other lick their boots and freaky crap like dat!"
Meanwhile, Bennie J was on the verge of genuine distress. "C'mon, Dawg, fuckin' lissen to T and le's go! C'mon!"
"You do not understand what I want," the woman said. Her neutral gaze looked directly into Mad Dawg's eyes. "If need be, I will make you understand. Then you will give me what I require."