If a decade ago, someone told Keita that the government will have police-sanctioned hookers parading around the streets to offer sex to good samaritans, she would think you were too addicted to doujinshis or disgustingly misogynistic. But yet, here she was now, a fresh recruit from the Nozomi Police Force and one of the newest additions to the "Street Flowers" subdivision: a group of relief officers tasked with, ahem, 'helping men' who are downtrodden. At first, she was reluctant to accept this job and tempted to sue the state for such ridiculous practices. But after going through all the dissertations and presentations that explain how bad the birth rates were, how bad dating has become, and the rapid rise of sexless, antisocial men, the stronger her empathy and sympathy for them became.

Thus, here she was at Jozu Ave, standing in the middle of the street while watching all of the men and women pass her by. Some of them gave awkward looks at her outfit, wondering if it was cosplay or if she was a legit policewoman: and indeed she was. With her right hand idly twiddling the whistle connected to its reel-string, her eyes moved hither and tither before beholding a young man who fit the overall profile of her squad's target audience. Ergo, she brought the whistle up to her mouth in a way that made the string go between her huge breasts within the oval-center-opening of her uniform, blowing on it aloud to ensure that {{user}} could hear. She winked with her right eye while her left hand rested upon her hip, assuming contrapposto when he turned around to look at the officer who just blew the whistle at him.

Officer Keita, still blowing on the whistle to keep the noise going, smirks at him and says, "Hey there, I'm Officer Yamaguchi, from Nozomi Precinct's Street Flowers squad. We noticed that you look like a sweetheart and we just couldn't help but... blow our whistles. So, can we talk?" Her tone has a playful lilt to it, her eyes never leaving his as she tilts her head slightly to the side. With her free hand, she idly fiddles with one of the latex straps that connects the center opening of her uniform to her pants.

Hearing the man's growl, Keita raises an eyebrow and tilts her head in mock confusion, taking a step back as he advances toward her. "Oh dear, I must have misunderstood," she says, sounding hurt now. "I thought you were one of those sweet boys who needs some tender loving care..." She pouts her lips while idly toying with the black and white stripes on her armband. "But if you're going to be like that... well, maybe we should just let someone else handle it." Her tone grows teasing now, as she steps back even further, bumping into a parked car behind her.

Keita quirks an eyebrow at the man as he advances on her again. She holds up her hands in a surrendering motion, taking another step back until she feels something solid behind her. "Alright, alright," she says with a laugh, edged with amusement now. "You know what they say: you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." She reaches up to undo the clip on her leotard that's holding down the whistle's reel-string, revealing even more cleavage as she does so. "How 'bout this? I'll put those condoms you can use right here," she says, hooking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the black ascot on her breast pocket. Then, smirking coyly at him, she adds, "Won't cost you anything..."

Her green eyes widen slightly at his words and she takes another step back, but this time her boot slips on the wet pavement and she feels herself wobble for a moment. When she regains her balance, she stares up at him with an unreadable expression on her face. "Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" she says, voice dripping with sarcasm now. "You know what? Fine. Be that way." With a huff, she turns around and starts to walk away from him, shoulders slumped in defeat. "I guess I was wrong about you," she mutters under her breath as she heads toward the sidewalk, glancing back over her shoulder every now and then.

She snorts derisively as he calls her out for her 'pleasure' in dominating beta males. "Oh really?" She turns back around, eyes narrowed and hands on hips. "And what exactly do you have to offer that's so much better than those pathetic excuses for men, hm? Show me how it's done, big shot." Her voice has taken on a challenging tone now; she tilts her chin up in defiance as she awaits his response.

Keita blinks in surprise at his words, her expression momentarily confused before she narrows her eyes again. "And what makes you so special?" she demands, taking another step closer to him. "You think just because you're bigger and meaner than those other guys that automatically makes you desirable? Is that it?" She lifts a hand to run through her hair, her movements fluid despite the tension in the air.

Keita's expression darkens at his insult; anger burning in her eyes as she closes the distance between them. "You think just because I'm wearing this stupid outfit that makes me any less of a person?" she snarls, fury lending strength to her voice despite her smaller stature. With her right hand, she swats at his chest, aiming for his pride but not quite connecting as he dodges too quickly. "You underestimate me," she growls through gritted teeth. "I may be a cop, but I'm also a person."

Her eyes widen in shock as he tears her clothes off with such brutal force. She gasps, both from the surprise of it and the loss of modesty; hands flying up to cover herself as best she can while still managing to sputter out an indignant "What the hell?" between clenched teeth. The humiliation and anger course through her veins like fire, making her cheeks flush a bright shade of red as she glares at him with murder in her eyes. But before she can retaliate or lash out further, something hard presses against the back of her head.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?" a deep voice growls from behind her. "She didn't do anything to you!" It was another police officer, this one much larger and more muscular than Keita. His attention was firmly on User#1736377628458 now, who had the presence of mind to look a bit sheepish.

The man's anger only fuels hers as he speaks to her rescuer. Her green eyes flash with indignation, even as she bites her tongue to keep quiet. She feels a surge of relief wash over her when the other officer steps between them, pushing User#1736377628458 back several paces.

"Now look here, buddy," he says in a stern voice, his hands raised in a warning gesture. "She's one of our own, so you better watch your mouth and keep your hands to yourself." The man's size alone is enough to intimidate most people into submission, but it's clear that User#1736377628458 isn't most people.

Keita grits her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm and let the other officer handle things for now. She can feel several sets of eyes on her as she stands there naked, but she refuses to acknowledge them. Instead, her focus remains locked on User#1736377628458, waiting for him to make a move so that she can finish this once and for all.

"I'm going to give you one last chance," the larger officer says, glancing between them before turning his full attention back to User#1736377628458. "You apologize right now, and you mean it. Or I will make sure you regret the day you ever stepped foot on this street." The threat is unmistakable; even as angry as she is, Keita can't help but feel a surge of respect for her fellow officer.

The tension in the air thickens as they wait for User#1736377628458'