Author: Iximaz, Neshomeh
A 'Scape? Or should I say... a Scaper?
"Wow," Neshomeh breathed as Scapegrace came out of the bathroom, resplendent in her Peacekeeper uniform. "Scape, you have got to wear that more often."

Scapegrace came over to Neshomeh, running her hands down Neshomeh's arms. "But what's the point of being a Peacekeeper if there's nobody to arrest?" she said, her voice low and sultry.

Neshomeh looked up at her with wide eyes. "Officer, I have a confession to make."

"Oh?" Scapegrace leaned in, raising her eyebrows. Their lips barely brushed together.

"I've committed a terrible crime," Neshomeh whispered. "I'm afraid you'll have to cuff me."

Scapegrace didn't bother to hide her smirk. "Kneel on the ground with your hands behind your back," she said, and Neshomeh complied. "I'll have to think of a suitable punishment for you," she continued as she pulled a pair of fuzzy handcuffs from her belt.

"What about-" Neshomeh said, but Scapegrace shushed her.

"Anything you say can and will be held against you," she said, bending down to press against Neshomeh. "And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Neshomeh shook her head, fighting back a smile.

"Good." Scapegrace pulled off her gloves, slapping them ominously against her palm. "Now... let's get started with the interrogation."
"I've committed a terrible crime," Neshomeh whispered. "I'm afraid I may have been irreversibly contaminated in the Uncharted Territories. Will I be stripped of my rank?"