The Cat to her side tore open Hanna's shirt as the Cat before her simply bent forward, her naked butt close to her face.

"You're so fucked," Hanna tried to bluff, "everyone knows where I am. In two minutes, every cop in the state is gonna be on your ass if you don't let me go."

"Don't lie, Red," the Cat giggled, "you didn't have time to waste, remember? No one knows you're here except us..."

Panicking, with the Cat's hand on the back of her head inching her forward little by little, Hanna began to bargain, "I can help you," she promised, "money, drugs, a clean record, whatever you need!"

"I don't think I'm the one who needs help, detective," the Cat whispered to her, as she pressed her face forward