Look around

You look around and see one of bank’s customers, sitting on the floor. It’s a brunette man in his early 40, wearing a black leather coat. He unshrouds the coat a bit and you see a gun holster.

-Hi, I’m Jeremy. Could you please distract that guy’s attention,- he whispers, nodding at Frank, who is walking around the bank, - So I can take aim and shoot him?

Oh no. That sounds dangerous. Frank said - no heroics. So maybe you should stay calm? Why should you risk yourself for bank’s money? You look at Jeremy with this silent question on your gagged face, and he easily reads it.

-Hey, It’s not about bank’s money. We don’t know what do these guys have in their minds, Somebody can get hurt here.

But what can you do? Like, tell “Mister robber, can I have your attention, please, while this guy is trying to shoot you”? Fuck, this is not what you expected here. You aren’t a hero, you are just a little ****. No, this job isn’t yours.

-I think you could… entertain him somehow, You know… like you slaves do. Please?...

What?! Does this gunner want you to fuck Frank? Is he crazy? No way you are going to fuck some dirty robber… even a rough and bossy one in a stylish costume and a black mask that looks so kinky for you now…

No! You can get hurt! What if this Jeremy can’t hit a haystack and instead of Frank he shoots you?

And by the way, you were expecting some fun with this robbery… like, with helpless bound hostages… and this shooting can be a party pooper!