...A cop with an unbuttoned shirt, speaking disgruntledly into a communicator Your Own Shrinkray Adventure chapter 7 by dellobenedetto

"...Come on, surely there's... really? Rrrgh, fuck! Great..."

The new face you found was a policewoman, one who had the interesting fashion option of leaving her uniform jacket open, revealing that all she had on beneath it was a lacy black bikini top. Her skin was somewhat on the pale side, and she had brunette hair done up in some sort of gravity-defying ponytail beneath her hat. In her hands was some kind of futuristic walkie-talkie, which she had been shouting into in disgruntled frustration as you arrived, before grumbling and shoving it harshly into her belt. "Just great, just fucking great..." She huffed, leaning against the wall and only then noticing your presence—and not even bothering to cover up in the presence of someone new. "And what do you want? I'm on patrol right now. In theory."

You asked her what was upsetting her, since she seemed kind of vocal about it. And... she took a few moments to respond, letting out a huff. "Fine, might as well tell you... I've been assigned to track down a set of crooks, operating in the streets surrounding the Red-Light District there. Supposedly they've been smuggling drugs in through their boobs and privates, some kind of super-narcotic that's only barely gotten out of testing. I've finally gotten a good lead, and been trying to get the precinct to give me the manpower for a proper strike... Yet they keep refusing! And have been for a week now!" She growled again, clenching her fist. "I have half a mind to march up to the chief myself and fuck her silly if that's what it'll take to actually get shit down around here... Why're you blushing like that?"

Flustered by her casual description, you asked if there was anything you could do to help. "You, help me? I'm not sure if... hang on, is that a shrink-ray there? How'd you get your hands on one? ...Actually, doesn't matter. if you had that, you could probably help me scout out the crooks and capture them. Maybe even yoink the drugs right out of them..."
You looked down at the shrink-ray sticking out of your pocket, fiddling with the trigger before wordlessly offering your support, shrinking yourself down to barely the height of her toes. "Hm, thanks, kid. Alright..."