Her lean, pale legs slip out of the car door once it's opened, followed by the rest of her petite frame. She was curvy yet fit, soft in all the right places, with ivory skin, hair so pale it was nearly white, and violet eyes so vibrant they seemed to glow at times. She wasn't thin, but she wasn't heavy set...she was healthy, with broad hips and a bright smile that stretched her plump lips from ear to ear in the right circumstance.
She stretches slightly, raising her firm arms above her head and arching her back, not minding that her top raises and exposes her flat belly, nor that her skirt hikes up an extra inch on her thighs. She looks around, then trudges into the police station to ask directions; she was so directionally challenged it wasn't funny...at least not to her.
Prin pushes on the front doors and calls out into the seemingly empty building, "Hello? Anybody here?" She looks around as she walks deeper into the halls, thinking to herself, 'Shouldn't there be more people here?' Where she was from, police stations were busy places, lots of hustle and bustle, but she supposed this town was small, quiet...she'd been warned before she showed up, but that was just what she needed.
She stops in front of one of the cells, her right hand trailing over one of the bars as she stares into it, becoming lost in thought...her mind goes back to the last time she was in front of a jail cell, staring into the eyes of someone she thought she loved very much, who she thought loved her, but it turned out that she was so very wrong...
Her body tenses slightly as she snaps out of her daydream, her ears having picked up the sound of heavy footsteps. Continuing to peer into the cell, appearing as if she's still in thought, she jumps lightly when a hand is placed on her left hip, a second hand wrapping around her right that's still around the steel bar of the cell. "Lookin' for someone, girl?" is breathed heavily into her ear, the gruff voice washing over her and consuming her senses.
"Yeah, actually, I was lookin' for someone to direct me to the hospital...I'm supposed to take over staff there today," she replies with a deep breath. "If you could just tell me how to get there I'll be on my merry lil' way," she drawls, her accent thick, heavy like always.
His grip on her hand tightens as he tugs it to the left, spinning her and backing her completely against the bars, his head dipping in to her neck as he inhales deeply, taking in her scent. "You ain't goin' anywhere, baby girl, not for a while." The hand that was on her hip moves to grip her other wrist, lifting both above her head and holding them there, the coarseness of his palms rubbing against her sensitive flesh.
She fights against him, attempts to twist her wrists free, and at this point she notices the badge, the duty belt, the uniform..."Fuck off, asshole. Let me go right now, or so help me god you'll regret it..." She wasn't an overly aggressive person unless she had to be, but right now she had to be, even if this felt good, his hands on her wrists, his weight holding her against the cell...
