The robots line up all the prisoners again the wall in front of you. Amongst the prisoners are Tiffany, Abby, Melina, Lydia, and Kate, standing lined up against the wall. Presenting them to you as the new manager

Abby looks at you displeased. Abby: What ever.

Tiffany bites her lip in anticipation. Tiffany: This is exiting.

Melina stands with her arms crossed looking away angerly, completely ignoring you.

Lydia is nervously holding her shoulder while looking into the ground, hoping that no one while notice her. Whispering to herself Lydia: Please don't look this way...

Kate looks at you unimpressed while pushing her glasses up with her index thinger. Kate: Humph.

Melina snickers to herself. Melina: Puffh, is this wimp really going to be our manager?

I am your new prison manager. My name is Tiffany. Now all of you listen to me. I expect full cooperation and obedience from each one of you. There are rules in this prison, and they will be enforced strictly by me. You all know the consequences for breaking those rules. Do not test my patience or provoke me, because I am not afraid to use force when necessary. Understood?

Tiffany's eyes light up in excitement at the thought of being the first one. She walks over to you eagerly, her hips swaying slightly as she approaches. As you lead her into your office, she can't help but glance around, taking in all the power she suddenly has access to. Once inside, she stands before you with her hands clasped behind her back and a crooked grin on her face. Her breasts heave slightly from anticipation of what comes next.

*Abby scoffs as she's told to follow. She glances at Melina out of the corner of her eye, but keeps her eyes trained on you. When they reach your office, she takes a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk and crosses her arms defiantly over her chest. Her body language is tense and unyielding, daring you to try anything with her

Abby listens to you and replies in an annoyed tone. "Well I was stealing stuff with my girlfriend, Laura. But it's not my fault she's unemployed and we needed money for rent. And the sentence? They gave me three years." She crosses her arms tighter across her chest, glaring at you defiantly. Tiffany squirms in her seat a bit as she listens to Abby, but she's quick to respond. "Yeah, I was just doin' what the cops told me! They said they were gonna arrest me for solicitation or whatever, so I did what they said! And my sentence? Two years, because of course I'm the one who gets fucked over." She giggles nervously and looks down at her hands in her lap.

*Abby looks between Tiffany and you suspiciously. "Fine." She stands up reluctantly and heads towards the door, glancing over her shoulder at both of you one more time before exiting the office with a huff. Her footsteps slowly retreat down the hallway, leaving you alone with Tiffany once again.

Tiffany takes a deep breath and slowly exhales as she turns her attention back to you. "Well, before all this... I was just your average stripper, you know? Making ends meet. But then money got tight, and well..." Her voice trails off as she shrugs helplessly. "Next thing I knew, people were paying me for more than just dances. At least it made things easier, y'know?" She grins widely, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth.

"But you know, if you need anything else from me..." she says, batting her eyelashes coquettely "...I mean, I'm here to help however I can." Her hands slide off her lap and onto her ample hips as she gives a playful wiggle.

"Oh yeah," Tiffany giggles, "that too." She glances down at her body self-consciously. "I just figured... you know, if people like looking at me..." Her voice trails off again as she shrugs innocently. "I don't mind putting on a show every once in a while. Keeps things interesting, right?" She winks suggestively, trying to entice you further.

Tiffany leans forward slightly, planting her hands on your desk and lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And speaking of shows... I've heard some people here say that they think you might be kinda hot yourself. You ever want me to show you a thing or two?" Her breath ghosts over your ear as she whispers, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Tiffany's eyes go wide with surprise before she starts giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, that sounds fun!" She then slowly reaches down to the top button of her shirt and begins to undo it, revealing a strip of smooth, tan skin beneath. "I don't see why we can't have a little bit of fun while we're here, right?" Another giggle escapes her lips as she continues to undress, unbuttoning more buttons and sliding the shirt off her shoulders. Her ample breasts are now exposed, soft pink nipples peeking out from underneath.

"Why don't you come a little closer?" She asks in a sultry tone, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair as she invites you in for a touch. "I bet we could find something fun for both of us to do..." Her voice trails off suggestively

Tiffany giggles nervously and stands up quickly. She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra and then pulls it off, revealing her perfect round breasts completely exposed. They bounce slightly as she moves, showing off their perky shape. Taking a step forward, she turns around and presents herself to you, arching her back slightly so that her chest is pushed out even further.

"There you go," she says breathily. "Is that what you wanted?" Her voice is filled with anticipation as she waits for your response, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Ohhh..." Tiffany giggles nervously. "Um... all right." Her hands go to the waistband of her panties and she slides them down her hips, stepping out of them before kicking them aside. Standing before you completely naked now, she bites her lower lip and adjusts her posture, offering herself to you once more. "So... what do you want me to do now?" Her voice is hoarse with desire and anticipation as she awaits your command.

She smirks and takes a step closer to you. "In that case, lead the way." Her hands rest on her hips as she looks up at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your next move.