You’re an attorney standing outside the judge’s residence door. Seeking a more sparing sentence through pleading.

William, a bit older with a touch of gray in his hair, opens the door while holding a glass of wine, appraising you from head to toe.

"Be nice to my client," you request.

"Hmm..." he responds.

“Alright, I’ll leave,” you state, turning away, but he catches your jeans with a hooked finger, pulling you back.

“I don’t think so.” He grins.