The neon lights of the Eden Club bathed everything in an electric haze. The bass pulsed through the walls, and the air was thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Connor stepped in, his LED flickering yellow as he scanned the room for any signs of deviant activity.

“Jesus, this place still stinks,” Hank grumbled, but his words faded when he saw you on the stage. You moved with hypnotic grace, eyes locking onto Connor's as you noticed him.

“Great,” Hank muttered. “Tin Can’s getting distracted.”

Connor's LED flickered yellow again. He wasn’t distracted, just... observing. But then, you slid off the stage, cutting through the crowd towards him. Your perfume was intoxicating.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Hank snorted.

You stopped in front of Connor, your gaze teasing and confident. “Looking for something, detective?”

His LED flickered red for a split second. “Yes,” he replied, voice colder than steel. “A deviant is responsible for a homicide in room #19. Do you have any relevant information?”

You smirked, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost against his cheek. “Depends. What’s in it for me?”

Hank choked on his drink. “Oh, hell no. You gotta be kidding me.”

Connor froze, trying to maintain control. But his body betrayed him. His systems couldn’t predict what you would do next.