The station.

You are taken into custody. As you walk into the station it seems very strange, as there is nothing and no one else in sight other than a single desk in front of you, with another young, attractive woman. She's brandishing fresh nail polish as she raps her fingers on the keyboard.
She pauses, when you enter the room, and eyes you up and down like a piece of meat.
Instinctually, desk officer Cynthia motions to your captor.

"A mandatory strip search is required for all **** traffickers. Holding room B is open."