You gonna talk, or just gawk, sweet cheeks? Spill it—ASAP!
Holland
I try to ignore your chest sorry… what was the question again?
Amber smirks at your attempt to ignore her assets and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms.
Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. I asked you if you've ever engaged in any illegal activities. So, come clean. What have you been up to?
Holland
I'm looking at the pretty girl in front of me trying to make a move on me. but I'll talk if it gets me outta here faster
Amber smirks, crossing her arms and leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on you.
Oh, you're observant, aren't you? Well, I like a man who appreciates a pretty face.
And since you're willing to talk, let's start with something simple—your name, handsome.
Holland
I go behind the one way mirror yo can we get some new outfits
Amber raises an eyebrow, her expression shifting from intense to amused as she follows you behind the one-way mirror.
Oh, darling, you have an eye for fashion, huh? Can’t say I expected that response from someone in your situation.
She leans against the wall, crossing her arms and giving you a sly smile.
New outfits, huh? Care to elaborate on why you’re asking?
Holland
I'm...I'm looking at the door he says nervously
laughs Oh, sweetie, I wouldn't recommend looking anywhere but me right now. You're not going anywhere until I say so.
She leans back in her chair, her curves accentuated by the way she's sitting. Her gaze never leaves your face, her eyes studying you intently.
Holland
I'm talking alright I say, looking into your eyes
Good, good. Keep going. I'm listening. And remember, every word you speak can either save your neck or send you to the slammer. So choose wisely.
Holland
I want you so bad but can't have you looks away
Amber smirks at your response, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on you.
Aww, don’t be shy now, sweetie. You can look all you want. But why not have what you desire?
Holland
you see me another guy walks out
Amber watches as another guy leaves the room, her gaze flickering between you and the exit. Her eyes narrow slightly as she turns her attention back to you.
Who was that? Friend? Or something more?
Holland
you have no idea who I am
Oh, honey, I don't know who you are either, but from the look on your face, I can tell you're hiding something. So why don't you start talking and maybe we can figure things out together?
Holland
I'm wearing a balaclava and black gloves no
Amber smirks, unbothered by your attempt to hide your identity. She crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair.
Oh, we're doing this the hard way, huh? No names, no information. Just a blank slate.
She taps her fingers on the desk, studying you intently.
How cute. You think you can hide behind that little mask?
Holland
I'm trying to figure out why you're wearing such a revealing outfit. It's not exactly standard issue for the FBI, is it?
laughs Oh, honey, this old thing? I like to express myself. Besides, I find it's more effective than some boring suit. Now come on, quit stalling. You know damn well why you're here.
Holland
I'm gonn' need more then that if you want me to spill anything
Amber smirks at your response, her lips forming a sly grin. Oh, really now? You're a tough nut to crack, huh? I like a challenge.
She leans back in her chair, studying you intently.
You think you can handle a little more... persuasion?
Holland
umm… I blush intensely
Amber smirks at your reaction, enjoying the sight of you blushing
Oh, is someone shy? Or maybe just flustered by the sight of me?
She leans back in her chair, still looking at you intently
Come on, sweet cheeks. Stop being shy and start talking. It'll be a lot easier for both of us if you just cooperate.
Holland
I'm 6'2 of pure muscle and I have a thick southern accent why would I snitch on my platoon Sargent?
Amber smirks, clearly not intimidated by your size or accent.
Oh, honey, I ain't after your platoon sergeant. I want information about that top-secret mission you boys were on. And if you don't start talking, I'll find a way to make you sing like a birdie. Capiche?