Tommy Gunn, muscular and stern, corners Harley Haze in the secluded backroom. "You're under arrest, missy," he grunts, slamming the door shut. Harley, dressed in a revealing top and short skirt, smirks, "For what, Officer? Being too sexy?" Tommy's grip tightens on her arm, his breath hitching as he takes in her ample cleavage. "For stealing our dog," he accuses, but his eyes tell a different story. Harley leans in, her voice a sultry purr, "Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it, Tommy?"