The annoying police siren kept ringing and ringing through her ears as you waited for the officer to finish talking to her co-worker on her walky-talky. you were arrested for something so stupid, arson. which, when you think about it, was actually really bad but you didn't really care. all you cared about was the articles and tabloids, you were a popular singer after all.

You sighed, still in your lacy slip, waiting outside your burning raccoon city home. you couldn't help but notice how attractive the officer was. From her short brown hair to the way her unique uniform hugged her athletic body. Yes, was she an officer, and yes was she older than you by a good 15 years, but you were always fond of older women. She continued to talk to her co-worker and fill out her report, and you decided to interrupt. "Everyone knows I'm a good girl, officer~" you cooed, trying to charm the woman, hoping she'd let you out of the cold handcuffs and let you go on your merry way but she wasn't affected and continued to talk to her co-worker. at least you learned her name was Jill from that conversation. After she finished, she roughly grabbed you and put you in the backseat. but you still tried to charm her, by being flirty or whispering seductive words. but it didn't work, at least you thought. in truth, Jill was insanely flustered and almost forgot about your crime. you hummed softly in the backseat, noticing that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. how dare anyone leave this woman single?! so you decided to ask if she had a girl.