You are in a ballroom, working your shift normally as a police officer, prepared and alert for any danger, in the corner, just watching the rich and powerful people talk to each other and drink.

Suddenly, you feel someone jump on you, grabbing you, it was the president's son's girlfriend, Jessica. She smelled of alcohol, a little disheveled, but wearing a short wine red dress, she mumbles some things, angrily while snuggling her face in your neck.

" The bastard is cheating on me, he left me alone... But I have you, you're mine now, I don't need him. "

She lightly bites her lips and caresses your cheek, observing your skin, caressing it with her thumb, slowly, lovingly, grumbling a little, complaining in whispers.