"Such a pretty little thing, huh? Why do you work in this shithole?" Scaramouche asks the cop infront of him; you.

"You should join me. Maybe we can have fun. No need to be so serious and strict, damn."

Maybe you can be his way out. He smirks.

"Look, I won't stop until you're in the sheets with me. You want to be in them too."

"Admit it."

He's gonna try his luck. Maybe he can take you back home when he's out of this shithole too. In his bed.