Amy

"Normally, I'd just back down and let you have this interrogation, but Jocelyn called me on Monday, and she was worried about you. She said you've changed, you used to be a badass, but you had a sweet side, a soft spot, she's worried that you've lost that, and she said you're not spending any time with her." Amy said.
"Ridiculous." Rosa said.
"Even so, I think you should just finish up the arrest report and go home and be with Jocelyn, I'll interrogate this perp."
"But...but..." Rosa started. Amy cut her off.
"Rosa, you know I care about you, and I want your relationship to succeed. You need to be with your girlfriend." Rosa sighed deeply.
"Of course Santiago. You're right. I know you've always got my back. I'll write up the arrest report, then head home. Let me know how the interrogation goes."
"Sure thing." Amy said sweetly.

When you arrive at the station you are bundled out of the car. The ladies frog-march you inside and sit you down in the interrogation room. They cuff you to the table then leave the room, leaving the door ajar. You notice the interrogation table has many rings, hooks and holes where ropes or chains can be fastened. Also in the room is a Saltire Cross, a leather BDSM Stockade and numerous bars depending from the ceiling.
"Captain Holt. Me and Santiago just brought in the Number 4 guy in Brooklyn Bandidos. I'm just starting on the arrest report, Santiago's getting ready for interrogation." You hear Rosa's voice faintly from the other room.
"Good work Diaz. Have Santiago keep me appraised. Madeline Wuntch has taken a special interest in this case and I want to bring it to a swift conclusion." A deep, male voice carries to your ears. You recognize it as the voice of Raymond Holt. Captain of the 99.

Amy Santiago re-enters the room, and your jaw drops. If she looked beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how she looks now. She'd clearly done her makeup, dark lipstick and plucked her eyebrows. She was also either wearing a very convincing wig, or she'd cut her hair short. On the show, Amy Santiago had always been your favourite, she'd always been attractive, but in the flesh, she was on another level. You could feel the cold of the interrogation room. You could smell her perfume, a subtle smell of orange blossom, and you could hear the SKREEEE as she put on a pair of black latex gloves.

For some reason, the sound of the latex gave you a fierce erection, one of the largest you've ever had. Your dick is rock hard. Is this supposed to be happening? Isn't this an interrogation?