Call the police

"Sorry", you say unapologetically.

You take your phone out of your pocket, and call the police. As you speak to the officer on the other side of the line, you see the woman dress from the corner of your eye. When your conversation has finished, you slide your phone back into your pocket, and turn back to them.

"They'll be here in a few minutes", you say.

Sure enough, to the doorbell rings quickly enough. Before you go, you point at the women, instructing them to remain in the room. The ring on your finger heats up momentarily. You open the door, and see two policemen - an older man and a younger one. You invite them in, explaining the situation as you lead them through the house.

To your surprise, the women are still there. You would have run the second you had turned your back. Not that it would have mattered anyway; while you were waiting, you took photos of their ID cards.

"These look like nasty pieces of work", the older policeman, Roger, drawls.

The younger policeman, Jackson, snickers. You notice that he can't draw his eyes away from the women. Roger takes three sets of handcuffs from a small bag, and throws them to Jackson. The younger policeman walks to the women. As he handcuffs them, you're sure that he feels them up.

"We could take them away", Roger says, "or we could just let them go with a warning..."

He leaves the statement hanging, his intentions clear.