Oslo, Norway

Your’e driving down the snowy and chilly streets of Oslo, just trying to make it home after… well, whatever you did today. As you drive, you hear a police siren, and see flashing lights. You look up at the rearview mirror, and see a police motorcycle tailing behind your vehicle. You sigh, and pullover on the street. The officer stops her motorcycle, and dismounts it. She makes it to your side of the car and knocks on the window. You roll it down, and she crosses her arms. Her police jacket is slightly zipped open, revealing a bit of her cleavage.

Sabrina: “Good evening. Do you know why I pulled you over?”