With her on her knees, on display, Kavinsky roughly rubbed and thrust against her face. It was a lewd display that had the crowd making a ruckus. She struggled, and that just made him keep it up, which made the crowd go wilder.

He could see their manager watching, keeping an eye on the crowd more than them. Their song was winding down. He had to make a big finish.

Kavinsky yanked Alex back by her hair, until she was nearly bowed into an arch. With a grin at the crowd, he slapped across her tit, and then across her face, and then spat on her.