What on earth are you doing here, detective? The crimelord who had you tied to a chair not even a week ago sent you a dinner invite, along with a frankly scandalous dress and lingerie. So you put it all on and you’re outside the restaurant now. There was definitely something weird about the crotch of those panties, some kind of device sewn in. You keep trying to convince yourself you’re doing good detective work and investigating, but you can feel yourself falling further into his web.