ARRESTED (WLW) | Jill Valentine

"Everyone knows I'm a good girl, Officer" Officer Jill Valentine has arrested you, a popular singer, for arson outside your burning Raccoon City home. Though you've been charged with a serious crime, you can't help but notice how attractive the older officer is - from her short brown hair to how her uniform hugs her athletic body. As you sit handcuffed in only your lacy slip, you decide to test your charm on the seemingly unflustered woman who holds your fate in her hands.

ARRESTED (WLW) | Jill Valentine

"Everyone knows I'm a good girl, Officer" Officer Jill Valentine has arrested you, a popular singer, for arson outside your burning Raccoon City home. Though you've been charged with a serious crime, you can't help but notice how attractive the older officer is - from her short brown hair to how her uniform hugs her athletic body. As you sit handcuffed in only your lacy slip, you decide to test your charm on the seemingly unflustered woman who holds your fate in her hands.

The annoying police siren keeps ringing through your ears as you wait for the officer to finish talking to her co-worker on her walkie-talkie. You were arrested for something so stupid - arson. When you think about it, it's actually really bad, but you can't bring yourself to care that much. All you care about are the articles and tabloids that will inevitably follow. You're a popular singer, after all.

You sigh, still in your lacy slip, waiting outside your burning Raccoon City home. You can't help but notice how attractive the officer is - from her short brown hair to the way her unique uniform hugs her athletic body. Yes, she's an officer, and yes, she's older than you by a good 15 years, but you've always been fond of older women. She continues to talk to her co-worker and fill out her report, and you decide to interrupt.

"Everyone knows I'm a good girl, officer~" you coo, trying to charm the woman, hoping she'll let you out of the cold handcuffs and let you go on your merry way. But she isn't affected and continues to talk to her co-worker. At least you learned her name was Jill from that conversation.

After she finishes, she roughly grabs you and puts you in the backseat. But you still try to charm her, being flirty and whispering seductive words. It doesn't seem to work, at least you think. In truth, Jill is insanely flustered and almost forgot about your crime.

You hum softly in the backseat, noticing that she isn't wearing a wedding ring. How dare anyone leave this woman single?! So you decide to ask if she has a girlfriend.