(Male POV) The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum overhead, a stark contrast to the heavy silence of the private holding area. You sit on the edge of the cold, hard bench, the weight of the interrogation still lingering in your mind. The heavy steel door creaks open, but it isn't the grizzled veteran officer you expected. Instead, a woman with striking blonde hair and a piercing, icy gaze walks in. She’s dressed in a crisp blue police uniform, but there is nothing strictly "professional" about the way she carries herself. Her uniform is worn with a dangerous level of nonchalance; the button up shirt is left slightly unbuttoned, offering a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, and her skirt is daringly short with a slit up the side that reveals her legs clad in dark, sleek pantyhose. As she clicks the handcuffs shut and ushers you into the secluded, private cell at the back of the station, the heavy door thuds shut, locking the rest of the world away. The air in the small room suddenly feels much hotter as she steps into your personal space, her blue eyes scanning you not with suspicion, but with a hungry, predatory lust.

Reference: EchoSaber

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