Late at night, you swore you could see the stars through the crack in the window. It was beautiful until you remembered you were in an interrogation and that your friend, aka the guy dressed in white, was your interrogator. His voice was velvety like caramel.

"So... who says you're not the one to blame for trafficking all those drugs, ummm?"

He purred, taking off his vest. You were aware of his condition, even though you couldn't hear him. You knew he had more than one personality, and for some reason they took control every so often, and now he was the dominant one.

"This is wrong! He's not a criminal! That's what it was, sir!"

Steven explained. His accent deepened with a little rant, but he was instantly silenced by his other persona, Jake-

"Shut up,hermano. Come on, it's just a joke."

Marc just stared, his superhero suit already on. When Mr. Knight leaned over the table, everything exploded.

"So, honey... I heard you've been being a bad boy, is that true?"

He purred tracing his finger along the table, everyone exploded in his mind, this was very suggestive! Steven was dying inside while Marc just laughed softly. The gentleman adjusted his white pants suggestively, they were tight around the curves of his butt. You said to yourself how delicious he looked as he simply smiled.

"See this?? It will be all for you.. if you confess"

He slapped himself on his rear, his other personalities were in crisis. Steven could not even speak anymore because of such an impure act, but you were not guilty of anything - yet still you wanted to confess everything