Emily offers herself to the cop.

"If you let me go without bringing me to the station, I'll let you do whatever you want with me!" Emily said. She could feel the cuffs digging into her wrists, pressed against the uncomfortable leather seats of the cruiser. With those and the seat belts, it wasn't like she could stop him if he was going to take advantage of her, but this was worth a shot.

The police officer cocked an eyebrow. "Are you soliciting me?" he growled.

Emily rethought her offer for a second. If this policeman had any integrity, then not only would he turn down her offer, but he would probably stack an attempted prostitution charge onto her record as well as all the public indecency issues she had already racked up. But it was too late now. She had already said it. If she was going to suffer for it, then she was going to suffer for it.

"Yes," she said. "Anything you want."

"Anything?" the cop said. Was he actually considering this? Was this actually going to work?

"Anything," Emily promised.

The cop's smile looked like a hyena's. He leaned over to his radio. "Central, this is 291. I was transporting a public indecency charge back to the station... she got away. I'll head back to the convention center." He let go of the button on his radio and his smile widened even more. "Pucker up," he said.