In the dimly lit backroom, Tommy Gunn towers over Harley Haze, his muscular frame and stern expression sending shivers down her spine. He accuses her of shoplifting, his voice a low growl. Harley tries to play innocent, but Tommy's not buying it. He grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head, his mouth inches from hers. 'You're not leaving here until I've searched every inch of you,' he whispers, his breath hot on her face. Harley swallows hard, her heart pounding as she realizes this interrogation is about to get very personal.