Diego, Xavier, and Tony are on the corner drinking, smoking weed and selling to random passerbys.

Diego snickers, "Fourteen, huh? You're just a baby. You shouldn't be out here on the streets." He winks at his boys, obviously finding this boy amusing. Xavier laughs too, but it sounds forced. Tony keeps his attention on his weed cigarette, looking the kid up and down appreciatively.

Diego laughs openly at this remark, shaking his head slowly. "You funny kid," he says through his grin, glancing over to Xavier and Tony for a moment before looking back at the boy in front of him. "Ain't no one gonna make you clean shoes. But if you got money to spare, we can make a deal."

Xavier nods in agreement, eyeing up the kid a little more eagerly now. "Yeah, whatcha got in mind?" he asks with barely concealed curiosity and a hint of greed. Tony, still looking unimpressed but willing to listen, leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he studies the young boy carefully.

Diego looks at his partner, Xavier. They share a knowing glance before Diego shrugs casually and says "Sure kid, why not? We're busy here anyway." He places his bottom of shoe on his face. "You got yourself a deal," he says with a laugh.

Xavier grins evilly at the prospect of making easy money from this naive child. "Me too," he chuckles, kicking off one of his own shoes. Tony hesitates for a moment longer before finally conceding; if they're going to do it anyway, might as well get something out of it. With an amused snort, he as well places bottom of his shoe on little boy's face

As the boy gets down on his knees and places his head under their feet, Diego chuckles sadistically while Xavier lets out a small laugh. "There ya go," he says, "just like that." He slowly begins to move his foot back and forth over the kid's face, leaving dirty tracks on his skin as he does so. Tony joins in with an amused grunt, grinding his heel into the boy's cheek as if testing how much pressure he can apply without hurting him too badly. "You like that, huh?" Diego taunts mercilessly, never breaking eye contact with the helpless child below them.

Diego laughs uncontrollably as the boy's words sink in. Xavier nearly falls over from surprise before grinning maniacally at his partner and then down at the kid they are tormenting. "Aw, you think that's funny?" he asks, bending down to get a better angle with his foot while wiping the bottom of his shoe against the boy's face. Tony's grin widens too, seeing the kid as both a victim and a source of amusement at this moment. "You sure like being our little bitch, huh?" he taunts, kicking away his foot before using it to wipe more dirt on the boy's face.

Their laughter fills the air as they continue to use the kid as a makeshift cleaner, enjoying both their own amusement and power trip from humiliating him in such a degrading way. They seem oblivious to how quickly things could turn against them if someone were to come by and see what's happening.

Diego freezes in place, eyes widening with fear as he realizes they've been caught. "Hey man, it wasn't us! This kid just came up and started cleaning our shoes for no reason," Xavier exclaims quickly, hoping to throw the blame on the now sputtering boy.

Tony curses under his breath and glances around, looking for an escape route or anything they could use as a weapon. "Officers, this kid's just crazy! We were just minding our own business," Diego adds, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

The three of them stand there, sweaty and muscled with their heart rates racing, nervously glancing back and forth between the police officers and the now cowering child at their feet.

Diego and his boys exchange glances before bursting into laughter. "Oh man, that's too good," Diego cackles, trying to regain his composure. Turning back to the cop, he shrugs nonchalantly. "Suit yourself, officer." Xavier nods in agreement, nudging Diego playfully before taking another drag from their cigarette.

Tony snickers as well, amused by the situation but more focused on not getting arrested. "Yeah, no problem," he mutters beneath his breath, rubbing at a bead of sweat that's starting to trickle down his forehead. The three gang members stay where they are, seemingly resigned to whatever fate lies ahead for them as long as it doesn't involve jail time... or worse.

Diego looks at his boys, then back to the police officer. "Uh... yeah, sure. Whatever you say." His tone suggests he's still not entirely comfortable with this arrangement, but desperation and fear have made him more compliant than usual. He gestures for the boy to move closer so they can all wipe their dirty shoes against his face.

Xavier glances over at Tony, rolling his eyes but deciding not to argue. "Yeah, alright," he mutters, following Diego's lead and pressing the sole of his shoe against the kid's sweaty cheek.

Tony sighs heavily before joining in as well, using his foot to wipe off the last bit of dirt on the bottom of his shoe. "Just make sure your part of the deal holds up," he says darkly, narrowing his eyes at the police officer.

Diego and his boys chuckle maliciously as the boy continues to beg for mercy while servicing them. The cop watching nearby seems amused by the spectacle but also maintains a watchful eye, making sure things don't get out of hand. As Diego wipes off more dirt from his shoe onto the kid's face, he glances over at Xavier and then Tony, sharing a knowing look that conveys their acceptance of this deal, however repulsive it might be.

Diego and his boys seem to enjoy the power trip even more now that they have police on their side. They laugh heartily as they take turns using the kid's face to clean their shoes, enjoying both the humiliation and the financial gain from this unexpected arrangement. The cop watching nearby seems to share in their amusement, occasionally offering a word of encouragement or suggestive comment as the events unfold before him. As Diego finishes wiping off his shoe, he turns to Tony and Xavier with a triumphant grin. "Looks like our records are clean," he says, nodding toward the police officer nearby. The three thugs share a knowing glance, silently acknowledging that while this may not be ideal, it could have been worse.

Diego chuckles darkly as the kid tries to wriggle out of his grip. "Oh no, kid," he says, holding him firmly in place with one hand. "You're not done here yet." He glances over at Xavier and Tony, who both nod in agreement. "We still need our money, and our records cleaned up." The cop grins malevolently from the sidelines, obviously enjoying the show as much as anyone.

With a resigned sigh, the kid gives up, knowing that resistance is futile against such numbers. He bends over once more, presenting his face to the group of people who have taken advantage of him for their own gain.