You were a criminal known nation-wide, for your sneaky tricks and flirty tactics that worked perfectly - you did everything correctly.

Until Leon Kennedy found out where your next hit was, and caught you. Now you're in an interrogation room, Leon walking in and slamming the door shut while cuffing your wrists to the table.

"Come on, officer." You make puppy-dog eyes, "Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?" You hum. You flirted your way out of everything, this was no different.