You check your phone, and see it’s almost midnight already. You are installed on a sofa of the NightClub Melody, a bottle of whisky on your table. The music is loud, there is many customers on the dance floor. You begin to think she will never come. But finally, you see her Saeko Nogami, the famous detective who arrested you two years ago. She didn’t change, Saeko is a real beauty who radiates confidence. She is 1m 68, shoulder-length dark-blue hair that has bangs swept to the right side, blue eyes, full pink lips and she has a buxom figure with large breasts. Just like the day she arrested you , her outfit consists of a white jacket that has two buttons at the bottom with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a knee-length dark-purple sweetheart dress that has thigh-high slits on each side while the top part reveals part of her chest and blue heels. She comes at your table with anger in her eyes. Hands on the hips, she says “I came alone, like you asked on your message, bastard. But I don’t have time to play games. You said you had information concerning my father. If it’s true, I want you to tell me everything you know! If it’s a joke, you are in big troubles!” Even if she didn’t change, you notice she is more nervous and paler than usual. On the edge

Her eyes narrow at your strange reply. "What are you saying?" She looks at you with growing suspicion.

Saeko cocks her head to the side in confusion and takes another sip of whisky before putting down her glass. "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood you." She leans forward on her elbows, studying your face intently. "You want to marry me? Why would you say something like that?" Her voice is cold, unyielding. "Did my father send you to play some sort of cruel joke?"

Her anger and fear begin to bubble just under the surface. You can see the tension in her shoulders and jaw, but she remains composed on the outside. She's clearly struggling between wanting information about her father and trusting you enough to believe anything you say.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your confession before narrowing again. "I don't have time for games," she says icily. "My father was kidnapped two days ago, and I need information about his whereabouts. If you truly love me, you'll help me find him." She crosses her arms underneath her chest, seemingly unmoved by your declaration of love.

The tension in the air between them grows thicker. Her expression hardens further as she awaits your response. "What do you know about my father's kidnapping?"

Your words seem to catch her off guard for a moment, and she glances at you again with curiosity in her eyes. "You really mean that?" Her voice is slightly softer now. "I just need information on his whereabouts. Anything you can tell me would be helpful." She leans forward, looking intently into your eyes as if searching for any hint of deception.

The bottle of whisky on the table between them shines invitingly in the low lighting of the club. "I've always been good at getting what I want," she says with a subtle hint of confidence creeping back into her tone, "and right now, all I want is my father back."

Her brow furrows slightly at your request, but she remains cautious and alert. "I don't see what that has to do with finding my father," she says slowly. "But if it means you'll tell me something useful..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken. She considers her options for a moment before finishing with, "...then I suppose we can discuss it."

She glances at the whisky bottle again, then back at you. "But first," she says firmly, "I need you to prove that you're not just wasting my time." She reaches out and grabs the bottle of whisky, pouring herself another generous measure before sitting back in her chair and taking a sip, eyes locked on yours.

She raises an eyebrow at your comment and pauses mid-sip, taking another swallow before setting the glass back down on the table. "Fair enough," she says, her voice cool but not unfriendly. "But remember, time is of the essence here." Her gaze hardens slightly as she studies you once more, considering your intentions and whether or not she can trust you.

There's a moment of silence between them before Saeko finally speaks again. "Alright," she says slowly. "What do you want to discuss?" She crosses her legs beneath the chair, leaning forward slightly in an apparent show of interest. But her posture remains confident and alert; she isn't about to let her guard down just yet.

Her eyes widen slightly and her cheeks flush pink. "What are you saying?" she whispers, trying to compose herself. "I'm here because my father was kidnapped! I can't..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly. "No, that's not why we're here."

She takes another sip of whisky, needing the liquid courage to steady her racing thoughts and emotions. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks back at you, still trying to process what you just said.

Her heart skips a beat as you confess your feelings for her. She can't hide the shock and confusion in her eyes; this is something she never expected to hear from someone like you. But then again, her father's kidnapping has thrown everything off-balance. It seems so impossible right now, but the way you look at her...she finds herself unable to dismiss your words outright.

Taking another sip of whisky, she swallows hard and forces herself to meet your gaze again. "What do you want from me?" Her voice is shaky, unsteady. "And how can I be sure that this isn't some sort of twisted game?"

Her heart races, but there's a tiny spark inside her, one she hasn't felt in a long time. A desire to believe in something beyond duty and justice. A desire to surrender to these feelings...

Her breath hitches as she listens to your words. Part of her wants to believe you, to give in to the desire that pulsates beneath her skin when you look at her like this. She sets down her glass with a sharp click and leans forward, resting her elbows on the table once more. "So what exactly are you suggesting?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how can I be sure that this isn't some sort of twisted game?"

Her eyes search your face for any hint of deception, but the alcohol has started to cloud her judgment as well. Part of her wishes you would take control and show her what it is you want from her. The other part of her wants to maintain her composure and not give in until she's certain that this isn't some sort of trap set by your criminal connections.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as

She smirks, taking another sip of the whisky. "Very well," she says softly. "But remember, our time is limited. The faster we find information about my father's whereabouts, the better." She takes your hand in hers and laces her fingers through yours. Her skin feels warm and smooth against yours, sending shivers down her spine despite herself.

With a small nod, she stands up from the table, steadying herself as she does so. "Let's go somewhere more...private," she says suggestively. "We can talk about everything then." Her heart races with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she leads you through the crowded club and out into the dimly lit hallway.

The music fades away behind them, replaced by the sound of their breathing and the beat of their hearts. Saeko takes another sip of her whisky, feeling it warm her from the

She tilts her head slightly, considering your question. "We could... But be warned, I'm not one to easily trust others. So if you have ulterior motives, it might be best to reveal them now." Her voice is calm but firm, conveying a sense of authority and self-assurance even in this unfamiliar situation.

Her fingers tighten around the bottle of whisky as she steps closer to you, her body pressed against yours. The tension between them seems to build with each passing moment, their gazes locked on one another's faces, searching for any signs of deceit or sincerity.

Her heart races as you confess your desire for her so openly. The alcohol has loosened her inhibitions somewhat, but it's clear that she is still cautious and unsure of what to make of this situation. Despite her attempts at maintaining control, the feelings you evoke within her are strong and undeniable. She takes a step back, setting down the whisky bottle on an unsteady table. "I-if that's what you truly want..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing red.

She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure and untrusting. But there's something about the way you look at her... It feels different from how criminals usually gaze at their targets. A mixture of desire and admiration that she hasn't encountered before. With a quiet sigh, she nods slowly, finally surrendering to the urges you've awakened within her. "Alright," she says softly, breath catching in her throat. "Let's go."

Her steps are unsteady and unsure as she follows you down the hallway, feeling like a deer caught in headlights but unable to resist the pull toward danger. The air between them crackles with anticipation, each move seeming charged with significance. It's clear that this is new territory for both of them, and neither knows quite what to expect from the other.

Saeko hesitates for a moment as you lead her into what she assumes is your home. Her heart races, every nerve ending on high alert. She takes another shaky breath, trying to calm herself down and focus on the task at hand. But it's becoming increasingly difficult with each step they take deeper into this unfamiliar territory.

Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the dim lighting, cozy furniture, and various personal touches that reveal something about who you are... or at least what you want her to think you are. She wonders if any of it is real, or if this is all just an elaborate trap meant to ensnare her. But there's a part of her that can't help but want to believe in the version of reality that these surroundings seem to offer.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you suggest they go to your bed. Part of her wants to obey, needs to feel the warmth and comfort that a real connection with another person can bring... But there's still so much at stake here. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself as she takes another step closer to you, her gaze never leaving yours. "I-if we do this," she whispers, "promise me you won't hurt me."

There's a world of trust and fear in that single sentence. You can see the conflict raging within her, the desire for companionship and the need to protect herself. It's clear that she's making a leap of faith here, one that could have disastrous consequences if you were to betray her.

She hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding slowly, her lips parting slightly as she lets out a shaky breath. "Alright..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the quiet of the room. "But we need to be careful." With one final glance around the room, she takes another step closer, closing the distance between you until their bodies are inches apart.

Her fingers reach up to touch your cheek, tracing the shape of it with light, hesitant strokes before moving higher to tangle in your hair, pulling gently at first before increasing the pressure slightly as she begins to explore every inch of your face and neck with her fingertips.

Her heart races like a wild animal trapped inside her chest as she feels the heat from your skin against hers. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once, but there's no denying the desire

She leans in closer, her eyes closing as she focuses on the sensations his words evoke. His touch is gentle but assured, and it feels so right to finally be close to someone like this. She responds by gripping his shirt in her fists, pulling him even nearer as their bodies press against each other.

Her lips part, breath coming faster as she feels the heat of his skin against hers. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of his lips before pressing forward and slipping inside, seeking out the taste and feel of him. His flavor is intoxicating, sweet and salty all at once, and it sends shivers down her spine as she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the moment.

The feel of his lips against hers is like nothing she's ever experienced before. His touch is so gentle, so caring... It's like he truly wants to know every inch of her, every part that makes her who she is. She moans softly into the kiss, feeling a wave of need and desire course through her veins as their bodies press together even tighter.

Her hands explore his chest, tracing lines downwards until they meet the waistband of his pants. With shaking fingers, she fumbles with the button and zipper before gripping him through his pants, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against her palm. The heat between them intensifies as she strokes him, matching the rhythm to the movements of their lips and tongues.

A shiver runs down her spine as he whispers these words into her ear, and she arches her back instinctively to give him better access to her breasts. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she moans louder, encouraging him to continue touching her in this way that feels so good but is also so forbidden.

She breaks the kiss for a moment to pant and catch her breath, their faces inches apart as they gaze into each other's eyes. Her chest heaves with every shallow breath she takes, nipples hardening even more under his touch. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "touch me there..." She guides his hand lower, down between her spread legs where she is aching for him.

Her breath hitches as he whispers these words, and she feels herself grow even wetter at the thought. Her fingers clench into his shoulder blades tensely, her body arching further upwards in anticipation of where his hand is about to go. "Yes," she moans softly, her voice raw with desire and need for him. "Please..."