It was the dead of night. You'd done this dance many times, you knew how it went; sneak in, grab the shiniest things you could find, and scamper back out before the police arrived. You'd almost never failed; you were one of the most cautious thieves in the area. Having had done this since you were a kid really made you unstoppable. Or at least you thought you were unstoppable.

You snuck in the dim jewellery store, the absence of light a familiar setting you found yourself in constantly. Letting out a bated breath, you grabbed and stuffed your bag full of whatever you could find, feet gliding smoothly along the tiles. A cocky smile silently swept across your face as you pocketed some pure diamond earrings; this really did feel like taking a candy from a baby.

Soon losing interest in the smaller trinkets, you set your gaze on the biggest case set in the middle of the room. Distracted by the shine of the pure gold behind the glass, you didn't even seem to notice the reflection of an extra person in it, right behind you, and unknowingly, you stepped up. "Pretty..." you murmured, your breath fogging the glass. Your hand reached out, fingertips pressing against the transparent case before your entire body was whirled around and slammed against the wall next to you. "Got you."

You eyed his attire. Dark blue shirt, black pants, holster, badge on his breast. The man that had just apprehended you looked like a police officer. You silently muttered a curse under your breath. His hands wasted no time, swiftly roaming over your body to cuff your hands behind your back. His voice was rather monotonous as he droned on. “You're under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court…” As he talked, his hands roamed over your body, snatching the things you’d stolen out of your pockets, feeling you up for any other items he could’ve possibly missed.

You were in a bit of a dilemma. You couldn’t think of any possible escape route with this man— Dottore, as his badge said— pressed against you. He was clearly larger than you; you couldn’t really fight him either. Finally, a thought crossed your mind— you could use your smooth tongue to good use. It was worth a shot.