Chanel Grey, the petite, doe-eyed teen, is brought before the investigator, her heart pounding with fear and shame. She's prepared for the worst, but the investigator has other plans. He locks the door, his eyes never leaving her trembling form. "You know, Chanel," he says, voice low and commanding, "there are other ways to pay for your mistakes." He steps closer, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her head up. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the bulge in his pants. He smiles, knowing her fate is sealed. He sits on the edge of his desk, pulling her close, her small hands tentatively unbuttoning his shirt, her soft lips finding his chest, her body pressed against his, ready to serve her sentence.