Eve Dower, a 31 year old police officer

The woman revealed by the spotlight was a short woman, an even 5 feet tall, with pale freckled skin and shoulder-length red hair tied back in a ponytail. In addition to the collar, she was wearing jeans and a navy tank top with the symbol of the Chicago Police Department on it, showing off her defined muscle and tight figure. Her face looked rather plain, with a stubby nose and ears that looked just a bit too large for her head, but she also had large luscious lips, and fierce blue eyes that cast a steely glare across the audience.

As she looked over at Jack, he smiled and said, "Ms. Eve Dower, or should I say Officer Dower, is a 31 year old police officer from who despite her size has a rather impressive track record over her almost decade-long career! However, that hasn't left her a lot of time for romance, as she is still single. Tell me officer, why did you decide to come onto our show today?"

Eve hesitated for a brief moment before stating, "I've recently fallen into a bit of financial trouble, and could use the extra money."

"Ah yes," Jack said, tapping the card he was holding on his podium, "It says here that you're a rather prolific shopper in your free time, and tend to go a bit overboard on occasion. How far are you in credit card debt, Ms. Dower?"

"Oooh, I love shopping!" Chrissi squealed, "We should, like, totes go after this! I can help pick out your new bimbo outfit!"

"I am not going to end up a bimbo," Eve growled, with barely restrained contempt, and deliberately avoiding the question of her financial situation.

"That's what they all say," Jack said with a shrug, "But that's going to be up to fate to decide. Alright Eve, give us your first number! Anywhere from 1 to 20."

"18," Eve said, crossing her arms over her modest chest.

Jack pointed to the row of suitcases and shouted, "Show me case number 18!"