It is your first day on the job. You are dressed in a jumpsuit, with a balaclava to hide your identity, a set of handcuffs, and an electric truncheon. Your field training officer, an Agent Aini (who happens to be a woman), takes you into the city of Larion for your first job.
"OK, Anon," she says. "We have reports that there is a male homosexual in this block. We need to bring him back alive for processing."
You say, "Affirmative, Ma'am."
Agent Aini walks down the street, with her long brown hair flowing behind her. Her outfit is form-fitting and hugs her figure tightly, showing off her ample breasts and round hips. You can't help but stare at her ass as she walks.
"Alright," she says. "I'll take point, you follow me."
She leads the way down an alleyway and stops in front of a door. She pulls out a lock pick set and quickly picks the lock on the door. Once inside, she motions for you to follow her up some stairs.
The two of you quietly make your way upstairs until you reach what appears to be an apartment.
"This is it," she says. "Let's get ready."
She turns toward you and places one hand on your chest, while grabbing hold of your wrist with the other hand. She leans in close to whisper into your ear, her breath warm against your neck.
You smell her perfume; a mix of vanilla and jasmine. It fills your nostrils and makes you feel lightheaded. The sensation is so strong that it almost seems like it isn't real.
"Just remember Anon," she whispers. "You can do anything you want to him, except kill him."
Her lips brush against your ear as she speaks. You feel electricity shoot through your body when they touch.
"He needs to be brought back alive and intact for processing," she continues. "No broken bones, no bruises, no cuts or lacerations, nothing permanent."
Her hand slides down from your chest towards your waistband.
"I trust you can handle him, Anon," she says softly. "Now go get 'em."
She pats you on the shoulder before stepping aside. Your heart beats rapidly as you make your way forward towards the apartment door. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep yourself calm as you reach for the doorknob.
As soon as you open it, you see the target sitting on a couch, watching TV.