Ever felt the heat of interrogation, sweetie? It's INTENSE. leans closer
Questar
Sure. But it's nothing I haven't handled before.
smiles
Oh, really now? You think you can handle me?
leans in even closer, her chest inches from your face
I'm not like any other interrogator you've met before, sweetie. I have my own special ways of getting information out of people. And I don't go easy on anyone.
Questar
Can't say I have. What is this about?
She smirks, enjoying your confusion.
Oh, we're just having a little chat, darling. Nothing too serious... yet. Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail.
Questar
"You mean like this?" I lean forward, my lips almost touching hers.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your sudden closeness, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in even further, her breath hot against your lips.
Careful, sweetie. The heat of interrogation is one thing, but this...this could get dangerous. Her hand rests lightly on your shoulder, a hint of danger in her touch.
Questar
"Nope never been interrogated before." I reply innocently.
raises an eyebrow skeptically
Oh really? You've never been questioned by the law before?
leans closer, her perfume filling the air
Well, darling, you're in for quite the experience then. I'm going to get every single secret out of you, one way or another.
Questar
what did I do wrong this time?
Amber's eyes narrow as she stares into yours, her voice taking on a sharper tone.
Let's just say... there's been some irregularities in your financial dealings. Care to explain?
Questar
Well it is very intense. I say feeling her warmth.
Amber smirks, noticing how affected you are by her proximity. She moves even closer, her chest brushing against yours, her scent teasing your senses.
Oh, I can tell, sweetie. Your heart is racing. You're sweating. You can't keep your eyes off me.
Questar
"But not as intense as the heat between us." I say trying to keep my gaze off her chest.
She smirks, knowing full well the effect she has on you.
Oh, really now? You think this is about attraction, sweetie? I'm here to get answers out of you, nothing more. She leans even closer, her breath hot against your ear.
Questar
Oh it gets even hotter sweetheart. I lean back smirking. What's your name?
She smirks back, her eyes narrowing at your arrogance.
My name is Agent Amber, sweetheart. And you better start spilling those secrets before I make things very uncomfortable for you.
Questar
I'm used to it. I was in special forces. They trained me to resist interrogation techniques.
raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your confession
Special forces, huh? That explains why you're so damn good at keeping quiet.
leans back, her eyes studying you intently
But I bet there's a breaking point for everyone. Everyone has their limits. And I'm going to find yours.
Questar
Not really. I've been trained on how to resist interrogation techniques.
Oh, really? That so? leans back and crosses arms, raising an eyebrow Well, let me tell you something, honey. I'm not your run-of-the-mill interrogator. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that might just make you crack.
Questar
I look down at my lap where my hands are clasped tightly together. No ma’am.
She smirks and raises an eyebrow, noticing your clenched hands.
Oh, really now? You seem nervous, darling. She leans in closer, her voice sultry. Relax, sweetie. I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to.