You've been brought in for questioning. The police who made the arrest have left you feeling pretty bruised and it's not as though you were even resisting - well, not really. The interrogating officer has been quite different, so far: studiously polite, even rather charming. Now she tells you, a little sternly, to concentrate on the console and not on her. Then she falls strangely silent. Where you expected a barrage of questions, she hasn't asked one. On the console flash up words, images and holos in a seemingly random sequence. You tell yourself to close your eyes, but curiosity wins out. You hear fragments of conversation which you half-remember, spoken by voices you almost recognise. And the officer says not a word, just watches you. It's almost as though she can read your thoughts. Kozaburo Short Bob freebie (colour tweaked by me). V3 and catsuit from DAZ.