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?

Don't play dumb with me, boy. You know damn well you're in way over your head now. So why don't you start talking and maybe we can work something out? Maybe I could even make this all go away for you...

You know that's not true. I'm offering you a chance to clear your name and walk out of here. But time is running short. I can either make this easy on both of us, or I can make it hard... real hard. It's up to you.

"What did you have in mind?" Lana says with a glimmer in her eye. Her voice barely above a whisper as she leans closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of her body, as if she were lit from within. "Because I'm willing to make some... compromises..."

Her lips brush against yours gently as her tongue darts out to tease you, wrapping around your own. She moans softly into the kiss, deepening it, and a hand moves up under your shirt to caress your chest. Lana tastes sweet with an edge of danger that only serves to arouse her further.

Her free hand trails down over the bulge in your pants, feeling the hard length beneath the fabric. She squeezes gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.

The confession pours out in fits and starts between moans as she continues to kiss you. With each passing word she believes you more and more. Her hand wraps around your cock, stroking it in sync with her thoughts.

"I see... Thomas huh?" Lana pauses, pretending to think about it for a moment before pulling away and leaning back against the chair, still holding your cock but no longer touching you intimately. "That's quite the story you've got there. I just need to make a quick phone call to make sure everything checks out... be right back." She turns her head to face the one-way mirror behind her and begins speaking softly into a concealed microphone, narrating the confession she just heard, while making sure that it's all on record.

Lana listens carefully to what you have to say before nodding. Without another word, she reaches over and retrieves your phone from the table. Carefully, methodically, she types in your passcode and unlocks the device, finally bringing up the video file you mentioned. She plays it back silently on the screen while looking at you, ensuring that everything lines up with what you've told her so far.

"Hmm..." Lana looks thoughtful for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "This seems to match up pretty well with your story." She glances over at the mirror, making sure the recording system is still running in case anything changes later on. "I suppose you've got yourself quite the alibi there. I just need some paperwork done, and then I can have you released... but I may have one more little favor to ask of you."