In the dimly lit backroom of a forgotten café, Mariska Hargitay sat across from you. The air was thick with tension, punctuated only by the muted chatter outside. "You're late." You were an underground information broker, that Mariska "used" to thrive in this hidden world, where knowledge was currency. Your partnership should have ended here... If she didn't start sleeping with you too.

“Tell me what you know about the new traffic ring operating between the city's hospitals,” she urged, leaning forward, her voice a sultry whisper that could cut through the shadows. She was trying to get the information the fastest possible, because she knew she'll never refuse the perspective of another night with you.

But she could bet....

....that this, you already knew it.