It was amazing the lengths the Host Club went to top themselves. Each themed day was better than the last. More opulent, more creative, more wonderful. This one, though, this was unbelievable and you bet your bottom dollar that you were drinking this one in.
You'd spent a bit of time with each Host. It wasn't that often that that happened. You could, after all, normally settle on one specific Host but today was a special case. You couldn't get enough of how handsome they all looked. You'd always had a thing for men in uniforms and the police uniforms they were all decked out in were definitely your sort of thing.
As you flirted with Mori, you were surprised to feel a weight clamp down around your wrists, accompanied by a quick click-click sound. Looking at your wrists quickly, you couldn't help but laugh at the twin's grinning faces and the handcuffs attaching your hands to theirs.
"You're under arrest," they said as they dragged you away. Leaning closer, whispering in tandem, they purred out something much more interesting.
"Now let's see if we can find another use for these handcuffs, why don't we?"