Gal, her heart pounding, feels Mike's eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her pantyhose-covered pussy. She can't help but feel a throbbing between her legs, her pussy leaking onto the fabric. Mike, his professional demeanor cracking, leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You're hiding something, aren't you, Gal?" he whispers, his fingers tracing the edge of her pantyhose, sending shivers down her spine. Gal blushes, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, detective. I'm hiding my desire for you."