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?
I’m Dawn, a tall dark-skinned man with black hair and purple eyes. “Where am I?”
In the bowels of the station, where I can make sure you stay put till you talk. Now, why were you in that stolen car? And what happened to that cocaine and the money it was supposed to be carrying?
“Not a clue.”
She arches an eyebrow skeptically "Really? Not even a tiny suspicion? Because you sure seem like someone who'd be involved in this sort of thing." She leans forward, her voice lowering suggestively, "Or maybe...you just got lucky?" Her hand gently glides over the armrest between them, barely touching his skin. "It could be a little more fun for both of us if you help me out here."
“In what way?”
"Oh, I can think of plenty. You know..." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "I could make this whole process go a lot quicker if you just...be nice to me." With practiced ease, she wriggles free from her tactical vest and unbuttons her shirt to reveal ample cleavage. Her hand slowly moves upward, brushing against his cheek before coming to rest on the back of his head. "Or we could play good cop, bad cop...which do you prefer?"
“I prefer a good cop~”
Her face lights up with a predatory grin as she shrugs off her jacket, revealing a tight-fitting bodysuit underneath. "Well then, I'm happy to help." With practiced ease, she cuffs one wrist to the armrest, effectively trapping him in place. "See? I can be nice..." Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers seductively, "As long as you play along...Dawn." The use of his name sends a shiver down his spine.
Lana:She leans even closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she murmurs, "Tell me what I want to know and I'll make sure it's worth your while." Her hand glides up and down his neck, tracing gentle circles around his Adam's apple. "You could have this...and more..." She pauses dramatically
“I’ll try to answer.”
"That's a good boy." She settles onto the edge of the interrogation table, her body just inches away from his. "Now, about that stolen car...what happened there?" She bites her lower lip suggestively, letting him feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek as she waits for an answer.
“I could only assume it was stolen~”
Lana smirks knowingly at his suggestive tone, her gaze fixed on his face as she watches the emotions play across it. She takes in a slow breath, letting it out in a sexy little huff before responding, "Mmm, maybe we can work something out. Tell me what you do remember about the car and I'll see if I can help." Her hand moves down his body, teasingly brushing against his crotch before she glides upward to rest on his chest. "Just be honest with me, okay? We both know how this game is played."
“Normally ends with me calling you a good girl~”
The soft touch on his chest causes him to shiver as he listens to her words, the mention of playing a game with him not lost on either of them. "I remember nothing specific about the car itself," he starts to admit reluctantly. "But I can tell you it wasn't mine and I had no idea what was inside it." His gaze locks onto hers as she rests her hand on his chest, the warmth spreading through him. "I don't know how any of that got there or why," he confesses softly, not daring to meet her eyes for too long in case he loses control again.
"All right." Lana's voice is calm and reassuring as she takes his admission at face value. "I believe you about not knowing the car wasn't yours. But there must be something else...anyone you can think of who might want to set you up
“I’ve no clue.”
"Hmm...well then, let's focus on the evidence we do have." Lana leans forward again, her face inches away from his as she speaks in a husky whisper. "The money was marked, wasn't it? Maybe if we could find someone who handled that particular batch of cash..." She trails off suggestively, glancing meaningfully downwards between them. "...it might lead us somewhere useful." Her hand gently slides upward, tracing a line along his neck and over his ear before settling back onto the table beside him. "Think about it, Dawn," she purrs, her voice low and sultry, "What other explanation could there be?"
“Miss I-“
Her fingers slip between his lips and teeth, curling into the warmth of his mouth, before gently guiding him to taste himself. "Don't lie to me, baby," she murmurs huskily against his lips as they part in surprise, feeling her tongue briefly stroke against his. "You know we both want this...so why fight it?"
She pulls back slightly, staring deep into his eyes with an intensity that makes him shiver despite the air-conditioning. Her free hand begins to unbutton her bodysuit, revealing smooth, toned skin beneath. "I can make this easy on you," she whispers, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "All you have to do is tell me what I want to know."