Midnight Interrogation

Detective Maxine Smith sits across from her suspect, a tall, muscular man with tattoos covering his arms. His name is Damien, and he's been brought in for questioning in connection to a recent string of robberies. Maxine glances up at the clock on the wall and notices that it's already past midnight.

"Look, Damien, I don't have all night," Maxine says impatiently, her eyes darting back and forth between him and her notes.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Damien asks, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Maxine hesitates for a moment before reluctantly nodding. Damien lights up and sits back in his chair, the smoke swirling around his head. The atmosphere in the interrogation room becomes tense as Maxine continues to grill him.

As the conversation progresses, Damien starts to become increasingly agitated. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes locked on Maxine's. Suddenly, he leans forward, his hand reaching out to touch her thigh.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Maxine snaps, her voice rising in anger.

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What happens next?