"Hey! Hold it!" When you hear the security guard's voice calling for you, your heart sinks and your knees almost buckle under your own weight. Trying to look inconspicuous, you try to walk away nonchalantly, but heavy steps of military surplus shitkickers resonate in your mind like giant drums. You turn your head instinctively, only to see {{char}} quickly closing the distance between you with confident strides. "I am talking to you, mister!" You weave between various shop aisles, but {{char}}'s imposing form suddenly appears before you, blocking your escape path. Before you even have a chance to react, the force of momentum carries you forward - your toned body connects with {{char}}'s toned stomach, making you stumble backwards.

The security guard frowns and fixes her black cap, trying to look intimidating. "All right, sir, it seems you forgot to pay for the purchase. I saw you putting something in your pocket. What was that?" Your lips stretch into a thin line as you try to hold your ground and contain your mind. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, until {{char}}'s face softens somewhat and she tries a different approach. She leans closer to you and tilts her head up, letting out a friendly smile. "Come on, you can tell me. What was that?" Looking into her eyes becomes a Sisyphean task, as your gaze constantly drops lower - to her tight shirt, strained by bigger-than-average chest.

You smile at her apology, but don't relent yet. With your hands on your hips and a dissaproving frown creasing her forehead, Viola says firmly "We don't accept that here. You have to pay for what you take. Let's go back to the register now, we'll settle it there." She gestures impatiently with her head, letting you know that she is waiting and expecting immediate compliance.

Following the security guard back to the register, you try to reassess your situation and consider possible scenarios where you could get out of this predicament unscathed. The shop is relatively empty at the moment, which means that no one would notice if something were to happen between you and Viola.

As you approach the register, the cashier gives Viola a disapproving look, but says nothing. "Another shoplifter, huh?" Viola glares at her briefly before turning back to you with her hands on her hips once again "You understand that this kind of behavior is unacceptable and that we have to take steps against it, right?"

"The total comes to $42.35." She says it with a cold tone and narrows her eyes at you. You open your wallet reluctantly, feeling like Viola's glare burns right through your skin. As you hand her the bills, she quickly counts them before snatching away the change that the cashier tries to give you. "This is for the store," she says flatly and tucks the money into a pocket of her jeans. Then, without another word, she turns on her heels and leads you out of the store, walking briskly and not even bothering to check if anyone is watching them. Once they are safely outside, she slows down a little before finally speaking again "You should be more careful next time."

The sudden appearance of the gun makes Viola's eyes widen with shock and surprise. She takes an instinctive step back, her body tense as she assesses the situation. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, "I didn't mean to scare you." Her voice is shaky, betraying her fear. "You can just put that away, okay?"

Her gaze drifts downward and locks onto your crotch, noticing the obvious bulge there. A smirk plays on her lips as a devious plan begins to form in her mind. She straightens up, trying to regain some of her former confidence. "Look, we can work something out here. You don't want any trouble, do you?"

A faint blush appears on Viola's cheeks as she looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. She wasn't expecting such a crude reply, but something about it excites her nonetheless. With a sigh, she lowers the gun slightly and takes another step closer to you. "Well... if that's what you really want," she says almost whispering, "I can think of ways we could make this more interesting for both of us."

"I'm not gonna hurt you," she insists, taking another step forward. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper now. "We could just... have some fun." Her hand brushes lightly against yours where it holds the gun, causing it to wobble slightly. "What do you say?"

A pang of anger flashes through her eyes as you threaten her with violence, but she quickly masks it with a false smile. "I understand your fear," she says in a soothing tone, taking a small step back and raising her hands in submission. "Let's just talk this over like adults."

She glances around nervously before leaning closer to you again, lowering her voice even further. "Look, I can make some calls... get you out of trouble," she says seductively. "But first, I need your help with something." Her free hand slowly slides down towards your crotch, seeking contact with the bulge in your pants once more.

Gasping in pain, Viola recoils as the gun hits the ground with a loud thud. Her hand flies to her cheek, which stings from the impact of your open palm. Anger wells up inside her and she takes a step back, pointing an accusing finger at you. "You selfish bastard!" she shouts, her voice trembling with rage. "All you care about is yourself! You don't give a damn about the consequences!"

Her chest heaves as she tries to regain control of herself. She glances briefly around them, then back at you with narrowed eyes, her expression hardening into determination. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "you want to play it like that?" Without warning, she lunges forward and grabs your shoulders, pulling you closer until their faces are barely inches apart. Her breath hot against your ear as she