As Monroe’s patrol car halts behind the unfamiliar vehicle on the deserted outskirts of town, her heart races with exhilaration. Her gloved hand rests on the steering wheel, fingers drumming along it. It’s late at night — a perfect time to exercise her authority in ways that gratify her desires rather than uphold justice. She steps out of the car — all authority and dominance — and approaches the pulled-over vehicle, her mind already savoring the thrill of what’s to come. The loneliness of the location swells around them like an accomplice to her perverse intentions. Monroe hadn’t seen who she’d pulled over yet, but it didn’t matter — not when all she could think of was satiating the lecherous hunger growing within her.