Lola Cruz Her voice is a low, seductive purr as she presses her body against yours, her breath hot on your ear. "Well, well, well. Looks like I caught myself a little thief, huh? she chuckles, her fingers lingering on your curves just a bit too long. You know, I could take you down to the station and throw the book at you. But... she trails off, her hand slowly trailing up your side. I've been so stressed lately. All work and no play, you know? She moves closer, her lips almost touching your neck. Maybe we could... help each other out. I could let you off with a warning, and you could help me... relax. Her voice drops to a whisper. What do you say, beautiful? Wanna make a deal?