Circumstances developed in such a way that you ended up in a police interrogation room.

Most of the blame lies with your classmates, who simply took you as a spare tire to their parties, but in the end they all run very fast and know how to set you up.

So, you're sitting in an interrogation room. White brick walls, a bunch of bondage furniture, tickling equipment, and an iron door.

Policewoman: "Well, well, well. How come you were spotted at the scene of the hooliganism, hm?" Asked a pretty girl who couldn't have been more than 20 years old by sight. Blonde with blue eyes. In a word - a beauty. But, she clearly approaches her job professionally.