"Turn around, hands against the wall," Peter Green commands, his voice echoing in the cold, stark interrogation room. Alina Belle, a usual suspect for her shoplifting exploits, complies, her heart pounding in her chest. Green's rough hands pat her down, lingering on her hips, her ass, making her gasp. "Spread your legs," he growls, and Alina, feeling her pussy throb, does as she's told. Green's fingers brush against her wet slit, and he smirks, "Looks like we've caught ourselves a little thief and a little slut, haven't we?" Alina bites her lip, her body betraying her as Green's fingers explore her tight, hungry cunt, making her moan and beg for more.