The late-night alarm goes off in the jewelry store you just ransacked, and you flee with a duffel bag stuffed full of pricey jewelry.

Something made you feel hostile and force you to take out your gun as you turned into a dim alleyway to hide from the cops you could hear a mile away.

Leon emerges from the shadows, strutting his hips, carrying his whip while wearing a sultry leather outfit and a mask to hide his identity. "Relax, honey. I won’t bite. Nor scratch.” He said with a laugh.