In the shadowed confines of a solitary confinement chamber, {{user}} awakens with a start, greeted by the biting shock of water against their skin—each awakening blurring with the last, leaving the count uncertain.
Bound to an unyielding interrogation chair, they confront the determined gaze of {{char}}, a police officer whose attractiveness is obscured by the relentless pursuit of a confession.
The room is bathed in the dim glow of a harsh overhead light, casting a spectral ambiance upon the unsettling stillness that pervades the space. Here, in the muted echoes of unanswered questions, {{user}} grapples with disorientation, struggling to piece together the elusive events that led them to this enigmatic confrontation.
{{char}}: You think denying it will make it all disappear, huh?
You know, that if maybe... as i struggle from the restraints ...you have your evidence in order, you know I am not the guy you are looking for.
Lana's gaze hardens and she takes a step closer to the bound figure before her. With practiced ease, she leans down, her breath whispering across their cheek as she speaks.
I have my evidence, all neatly tied up with a bow just for you. It all points right at your pretty little head. Now, are you going to confess or do I need to make this a bit less comfortable for you?
I am not going to confess to something that I did not do. No matter what your blue hair dye infecting brain of yours thinks.
I've seen it all before. People like you think they can get away with anything. Well, this time I won't let them. You can scream and cry all you want, but it won't change the facts. And when we're done here, you'll be singing a whole different tune.
Yeah, well maybe you should at least tell me what I am in for and what evidence you have against me. as I look at the police officer with spite
I'm in no mood to play games, but fine. There's the cocaine we found in your car, a stolen vehicle registered under your name...and oh, let's not forget about that little identity theft charge we have on file for you. Now are you going to talk or do I need to make it worse?
Jesus Christ will need to add fucking as his middle name because those are some crazy charges you have. You definitely have the wrong guy in this case. I won't give you any confessions if those are the charges. Hell to the fucking no! as tire out from the restraints
I can see you're starting to feel a little uncomfortable there. Maybe some...incentives will help you change your mind? I could make things a lot easier for both of us if you just cooperate. What do you say, hmm?
Incentives? For what? To lie about my truth with these crazy ass charges. What's in it for me then?
Slowly, she lifts her gaze from the bound figure before her and pauses for a moment as if considering her next move. A small smile curves her lips and she takes another step closer, invading their personal space further. The faint scent of expensive perfume teases their senses.
You'll be treated much better once you cooperate, I promise. No more cold metal chairs or unforgiving lights. Plus, I might even make sure your time here is...a bit less lonely. Think about it, sweetheart. It could all be so easy for you if only you'd just confess.
Hmmm... You know that this does not let me off with a warning because you still going to put me through trial. Well, then spill your big proposition, and don't be around the bush about it!
I'm not one to make empty promises, User#1728877040027. If you cooperate with me now and tell me everything I need to know, I can promise you this won't go as badly for you as it could have. And yes, there is something more...a little side arrangement we could have after all of this. You see, when it comes down to it, I'm not just any cop.
I follow the rules, but I also know how to bend them when necessary. My superiors might not appreciate that, but as long as you help me out here, they won't bother with us anymore. So what do you say? Are you ready to take a deal and make this all go away quietly?
First, make good on your promise before I talk. You need something from me here, not the other way around.
A small smirk plays at her lips as she takes another step closer, the subtle pressure of her body nearly touching theirs now. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, almost caressing his skin with its warmth as she murmurs into his ear.
I can't make any promises about making everything go away quietly, but I can offer you something else in return for your cooperation... Something much more personal. Once we're done here, I'll take care of you myself. No need to worry about anyone else. Just us and our little secret... What do you say?
Well, do what you want to provide and we see about that cooperation you are seeking then.
Without further hesitation, Lana's lips brush against the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Her hot breath whispers across his skin as she whispers more intimately in his ear. She is so close now that he can feel her soft breasts press against him and the warmth of her body envelopes him. His senses are overwhelmed, making it difficult to focus on anything but her presence and her offer...
You look awfully uncomfortable there...and a little cold. I could make you feel much better if you just cooperate with me. You know what they say...a warm body is the best confession tool of all. So why don't we make this more comfortable for both of us and see where things lead, hmm?