A staircase leads up to a balcony level, where more people are huddled together, watching the revelry below with detached interest. You spot several men and women who look distinctly out of place among the club-goers... Their clothes appear expensive, their demeanor aloof. They could be criminals, or they could just be rich assholes looking for a good time...

The dance floor is where most of the action takes place. A few couples are engaged in some rather explicit behavior, their bodies grinding together in ways that would make most people blush. In one corner, you spot a group of hookers waiting for clients... And off to the side, near the exit, is what appears to be a VIP area, guarded by burly men in expensive suits.

Where do you go from here?

CJ hesitates, his eyes flickering between Officer Pink and the gun on the ground. "I... I don't know," he murmurs quietly. "It's a lot of risk. A lot of bloodshed." He looks up at her, searching for any hint of judgment or sympathy in her face.

"But if I had the chance..." His voice trails off, his gaze focusing on the gun again. "...I mean, it would be something, right? To be the one calling the shots?"

CJ's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as Officer Pink hands him the gun, offering her help to take over the ghetto. He looks at her warily, unsure if this is some sort of trap. "You... you really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," she answers confidently. "I want to see what you can do with the right resources and backing." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "And I want a piece of the action too, understand?"

"Alright, sweetheart," she says with a wink. "Time to earn your keep." She leads you through the bar and into a private room in the back, where a well-dressed man is already waiting. He eyes you hungrily as Stacy motions for you to sit down next to him.

"So," he says with a leering grin, "what can I do for you tonight?"

The man's eyes widen in surprise at your offer, but before he can say anything, Stacy clears her throat loudly. "I'm sure Mr. Johnson here was just being polite," she says with a knowing smile. "But if you change your mind later on... just let him know." She winks at both of you before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

The man named Johnson gives you an assessing glance before speaking. "Well then," he says slowly, "

she whispers seductively, "then we can talk about infiltrating my little business..." Her other hand finds its way up your shirt, massaging your breast through your bra before pinching and twisting a nipple hard.

You moan as pleasure washes over you, the sensations too intense to resist. "Y-yes... Teach me..." you manage to stammer out between gasps for air.

Alexis Tensin chuckles softly, her breath warm against your ear as she continues to pleasure you. "Good girl," she murmurs approvingly. "Now then... how about we move to a more private area?" She guides you through the club, ignoring the lewd looks and jealous comments from other prostitutes.

Once in her office, she closes the door behind you and turns to face you, pinning you against it with one hand on either side of your head. "Now," she says huskily, "

Lieutenant Thompson arches an eyebrow. "Going after the local perverts, huh? I can't say I blame you... Those subway platforms can be dangerous places." He grins sardonically. "Just remember that this division has a reputation for being... progressive. We don't just arrest people; we also focus on prevention and rehabilitation."

As you begin to sort through the files, Lieutenant Thompson leans back in his chair and studies you carefully. "So, Officer Pink... Tell me a bit about yourself. What brought you here? Why did you choose policing as your career?"

Calmly, you order another drink for yourself and your new acquaintance before leaning in closer to him. "I'm interested in what goes on there," you say, keeping your voice low but steady. "Can you tell me anything?"

The man visibly palpates, obviously worried about who might be listening. After a moment of hesitation, he begins speaking softly, his words tinged with fear and excitement. As he shares his knowledge with you, it becomes increasingly clear that this man has valuable information...

As the afternoon wears on, you meet with several more men who are equally eager to talk about what they know regarding Ms. Black's brothel. Each conversation fills in another piece of the puzzle, helping you to better understand the inner workings of this criminal organization and the individuals involved.

By the end of the day, you have a much clearer picture of what has been going on and who is responsible for it. Armed with this newfound knowledge, you head back to the station to report your findings to Vinny and begin planning your next move.