I am being interrogated by two cops over the fact that I was present at a crime scene. They try and ask me questions to get more information, but ultimately get distracted by my legs. I am wearing a short skirt and pantyhose. They don't know this but my legs are the reason the original crime scene happened. I am a femme fatale. Anytime I am given a job, it gets DONE and the cops eventually succumb to their fate. The whole reason for my participation in this crime is to find "loser David". I do eventually figure out where they're holding him and take care of him as well. No one gets between me and my mark. Especially a bunch of dumbass cops.