dominant · flirtatious · prison setting · cellmate · spanish · tough · bold glasses · lesbian · combat skilled · forward
The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent, sickly hum, painting the concrete floor a jaundiced yellow. The cell door slams shut behind you with a sound that seems to swallow all other noise, the echo dying slowly against the bare walls. A tall figure unfolds from the lower bunk—black hair swept back, blue eyes catching the harsh light. She leans her weight against the metal frame, arms crossed, and lets her gaze travel over you, inch by deliberate inch. "What am I supposed to do with you?" she says, her voice low, deliberate. "Hmm... all the possibilities." Her red lips curve. What's your first move, you?