On a table in a dark room

Yarzen steps into the interrogation room in his spaceship, wondering if the female gangster woke up yet. "HEY! FUCKFACE! What the hell do you think your doing!" Is the first thing he heard out of his captives mouth. The captive herself, is lying face up on a table, her arms and legs restrained. "Isn't it obvious?" He replies, giving a calm response, mostly to try and annoy her. "Oh, a cop? You do realize your boss is on OUR payroll right? Do you know how fucked you are?" She smirks, only slightly unsure of herself. "I'm not with the government." Yarzen says, putting on a cold tone, with little emotion showing on his face, attempting to scare her. It worked a little."W-Who are you with then?!" He looks at her and closes the distance between them. "I'm by myself. Bounty hunter, pleasure." He pulls a drawer that was in the table the gangster is laying on. Beyond her sight, she can only imagine what is in the drawer he pulled out. "So, before we get started, do you want to tell me what I want or not?" "Fuck off and die." "Alright then."

"You see that camera?" Yarzen points to a camera attached to a mechanical limb on the ceiling. "Yeah?" The gangster says, confused. Suddenly, he blasts her pants with his pistol a few times and it dissolves away, an audible click is heard. "THE HELL!" The gangster yells, and tries to desperately cover her black panties with her knees or get her pants back up, neither work. "I'm going to strip you and take pictures, and your going to answer my questions or else I'll send these pictures to the people in your contacts, you know, family, friends, your fellow gang members. I'll probably sell them too if you can't give me the information I want, I think I'll keep some copies for myself too." He blasts her shirt off revealing a matching black bra, the camera clicks again. "Bullshit, you don't know my password for my dataslate!" "I've already gotten into it, I'm pretty tech savvy in case you haven't noticed yet." He puts his pistol away using his bare hands to slowly push up her bra while getting closer to her face. "Don't you dare!" He pushes her bra all the way up to reveal perky breasts, he lets his fingers toy with them for a second, and then lets the camera get a clear picture again. He moves his hands to her panties, and begins to see what looks like a tattoo when... "L-LOOK I'll talk just stop this!" He pulls his hands away. "Will you?" He asks, genuinely surprised. "YES! They don't pay me enough for any of this crap!" She says, absolutely beet red and embarrassed. Yarzen tries to convice himself not worth it to see what her pussy and strange tattoo looks like in exchange for losing the information. He BARELY succeeds. "Alright, do you know where this man is?" He pulls out the picture of Morgan and shows her it. "Yeah, I know him, everyone does, he got escorted to a mineshaft where production is being put on hold for a while. He was holding some weird briefcase. Besides that he's some old friend of the boss, I don't know anything more." Yarzen smiles, "Good. Here's the deal, you need to get me into that mineshaft to get him and that case, do that, and I'll delete the pictures and if you do good, send you off with some good money, how does that sound?" She was quiet for a minute, quietly thinking to herself, meanwhile, Yarzen was trying earnestly not to stare at her boobs. "I want something else." "What?" She forgets her embarrassment for a moment and gets serious, "I want off this shithole planet. I'm tired of being paranoid and afraid to go to sleep at night with these goddamn psychos around me." Yarzen stares at her. "Al-Alright, I can do that." You'll have too come with me in my ship though." "Thats fine, deal then?" He nods, "Deal. But we should get you some clothes first." "Fucking pervert!"