Police Station

"Where is my client?" you hear Abby's stern voice outside the door. You're sitting in an interrogation room by yourself, just like you've seen on TV. After the police arrived at the mini-golf course, they had handcuffed you and brought you to the station, but you refused to speak without your lawyer present, which in this case, happened to be Abby.

The door opens and a police officer leads Abby in. She's wearing glasses, has her hair tied tightly in a bun, and is wearing a dark suit, dressed like she's in a legal drama. She nods at you, then waits for the officer to leave before she redirects her annoyance towards you as she sits down across the table.

"You assaulted a model?!?" she asks.

"I... I... I thought we were having fun!" you protest.

"Having fun?! By grabbing her in public?"

"You don't understand. You weren't there! She was flirting and laughing and leading me on. And she wasn't wearing any underwear. You should have seen her-"

"Enough! I don't want to hear it. You need to get your hormones in check before you get into more trouble. Nigel was always careful, that's why you hadn't even heard of his name." Abby sighs, pausing for breath. "She wants to press charges against you, but it looks like the security cameras were turned off and there were no witnesses, so she might have a tough case."

You smirk, realizing that you had inadvertently helped yourself in advance.

"She can still cause damage."

"Is she here? Let me talk to her, I can fix this," you say, ready to use your magic rings which Abby still doesn't know about to remedy your predicament .