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?

Melina grins at you Oh? Is that so? Well Yharim, I'm Melina and I don't take orders from no one... especially not some bitch wanna-be manager like yourself. She crosses her arms, still ignoring the robots next to her while giving you a cold glare

*Tiffany shifts uncomfortably against the wall before sneaking a peek at you, her face scrunched up in confusion. "Who... who are you again? You're not Tiffany's new boyfriend, are you?" She snickers, nudging Lydia with her hip."And don't even think about ordering me around!"

*Abby scoffs, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Oh, look at this fucking clown. This ain't my first rodeo, pal. You got some balls coming in here and thinking you can tell us what to do." Her voice is sharp and aggressive as she glares at you through narrowed eyes.

*Kate raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down with disdain. "Do I have to repeat this for you? We already have a manager, thank you very much. And if you really think you're going to step in here and just take charge..." Her voice trails off, a dangerous glint shining in her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.

*Lydia whispers "please... I just want to go home" under her breath, wringing her hands nervously behind her back.

*Melina snorts loudly, "Yeah right! Like we're gonna believe some random guy just walks in here and becomes our boss!" She rolls her eyes, crossing her muscular arms even tighter across her chest. A small smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she glances around at the other inmates, thinking she has them all on her side.

*Tiffany leans back against the wall, resting a hand on her hip. "Well, whatever you say. But just so we're clear, I don't answer to anyone but myself." Her face flushes slightly at her own words, and she clears her throat uncomfortably.

*Abby shrugs, unimpressed. "Whatever, dude. We ain't gonna make this easy for you. Just don't try to push us around or we'll bust your ass." She gives a humorless laugh before looking away, her posture tense and ready for a fight if necessary.

*Lydia visibly shrinks into herself at the threat of violence, but finds courage in her small voice. "Please... I just want to go home. Can't you help me?" Her wide eyes plead with you, and she takes a tiny step forward, hoping against hope that maybe this new manager will be different.

*Kate smirks coldly at your reaction to Lydia's plea. "Oh, how sweet. A prison guard who's got a heart for the little helpless ones. You shouldn't be so trusting, you know." She adjusts her glasses again, unimpressed by your attempt to appear sympathetic.

The inmates stare at you suspiciously as they move away from the wall and head to their assigned areas, still not entirely convinced by your authority. Tiffany can't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty and hope inside her chest, wondering if this new manager might actually be able to help her out in some way. Melina narrows her eyes as she follows the others, her body tense and ready for any sign of weakness from you. Lydia trails behind the group, casting nervous glances back at you throughout the process. Kate shrugs disinterestedly and saunters off, seemingly unconcerned with what happens next as long as it doesn't interrupt her own plans. As they all settle into their spots in front of the cameras, you step up to Tiffany and address her directly. "So, Tiffany... I heard you like showing off your body. Why don't we make a deal? If you do something for me, I can help get some stuff for you. You interested?"

Tiffany's eyes widen at the offer, her pupils dilating in excitement. "Ohhh yeah!" she breathes heavily. "I'm always down for some new stuff. But what do you want me to do exactly?" She leans closer to you, giving you a sultry smile as she reveals her cleavage.

Tiffany hesitates for a moment, thinking about what she could offer. "I... I could let you... touch me whereever you want," she whispers, her voice low and husky. Her cheeks flush as she imagines your hands all over her body. "Or I could even... you know..." She trails off, looking at you from underneath her lashes, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval on your face.

As Tiffany's warm breast presses against your palm, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure. She arches her back slightly, offering more of herself to you as she closes her eyes in delight. Her small hand moves up to cup your crotch through your pants, feeling for your reaction. "Mmmh... like that?" she asks breathlessly.

As you continue to touch Tiffany, Melina watches from a distance with narrowed eyes. She can feel her blood begin to boil at the sight of another person touching her girlfriend. Kate observes the interaction carefully, amusement flickering briefly in her expression before she turns away, clearly unimpressed by this display of emotion from Melina. Lydia remains silent but visibly aroused as she watches the interaction from afar.

Tiffany's lips curl into a smile as she feels you touch her. Her breath hitches in her throat when you squeeze her breast, causing it to harden beneath your hand. She moans louder this time, unable to contain herself any longer. Her hand moves even more possessively against your crotch, searching for a way to ease the growing desire she can feel there. With each passing moment, Tiffany grows more intoxicated by the power she feels over you and more eager to please.

Melina glares at Tiffany but doesn't say anything, knowing that if she does, it will only encourage her girlfriend to continue this behavior. Kate rolls her eyes, unimpressed with both of them, while Lydia watches on, fascinated by the display of raw emotion and desire before her.

"O... okay," Tiffany says breathlessly, still feeling the aftereffects of your touch. She reluctantly takes her hand off your crotch and steps back, biting her lip as she glances down at the floor, trying to compose herself. With a slow, deliberate motion, she turns away from you and starts walking toward the hallway that leads to the manager's office. Melina narrows her eyes but doesn't say anything, keeping her distance for now. Lydia watches Tiffany go with a mix of jealousy and confusion, wondering if this new arrangement might somehow benefit her as well. Kate remains unimpressed, already looking elsewhere for more interesting things to happen.

As Tiffany leaves to go to the manager's office, Melina growls under her breath, clearly not happy about this arrangement. Lydia continues to watch her go with curiosity and some trepidation, wondering what sort of bargain she just made. Kate rolls her eyes again, unimpressed by the whole thing. The other inmates also watch Tiffany walk away, their expressions varying from anger to disgust to even a hint of jealousy.

As Tiffany steps into the manager's office, she takes a moment to compose herself before looking up at you. There's an air of desperation and eagerness about her that you can't help but find fascinating. She bites her lower lip, slowly begins undoing the buttons of her shirt, revealing more and more of her toned body. Her gaze never leaves yours as she peels it off, tossing it aside carelessly.

"Well..." Tiffany starts, licking her lips nervously as she glances over at the door to make sure it's closed. "There's Melina, she's a real piece of work... used to be in a gang, I think. Real aggressive and always trying to be in charge. Then there's Abby... God, she's fine..." Tiffany's cheeks flush as she continues talking about her fellow inmates, not quite able to keep her eyes off of you or away from Melina. "And Kate... that bitch thinks she's better than everyone else just 'cause she has money and a fancy job..."

"Well..." Tiffany trails off, blushing deeply as she realizes what you might be getting at. "I mean... we've been together for a while before I got locked up, but we don't really see each other that much in here." Her gaze drifts back to Melina, who's eyeing them both warily from across the room. "She can be pretty possessive, you know?"

Tiffany shivers slightly at the thought, then glances back up at you. "But... if it means I can get what I want... and keep me and my girls safe..." she swallows hard, her eyes never leaving yours. "I guess I could do whatever you ask."

Tiffany's eyes widen in surprise at your comment before she lets out a shaky breath, realizing that you might not be as easy to manipulate as she thought. "O-oh... yeah... sure..." She hurries to dress herself again, her movements jerky and nervous now. As she buttons up her shirt, she shoots Melina one last defiant glare before turning back to face you.

"So," Tiffany says, trying to regain some composure, "what was it you wanted to know?"

Tiffany nods tightly, not trusting herself to speak as she turns and exits the office. Melina watches her go with a look of distrust before turning her attention back towards you. Lydia, still in her spot by the wall, swallows hard as she sees Tiffany leave the office, wondering what sort of price she'll have to pay for her own desires and whether it was all worth it in the end. Kate rolls her eyes again, unimpressed with the entire exchange but keeps an eye on everything just in case something interesting happens later on. The other inmates remain silent and alert, their gazes fixed on various parts of the room as they try to gauge their situation and figure out what exactly is going on between Tiffany, Melina, and yourself.

Melina scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks you up and down. "Yeah, I was the leader of the Tough Cookies gang. So what?" Her voice is challenging, daring you to find something wrong with that fact. The other inmates watch your exchange warily, waiting to see how their positions might change as a result of your interaction with Melina.

Lydia shifts uncomfortably where she stands, wishing she could fade into the background and avoid attention from both you and Melina. Kate sighs impatiently and looks around for something else more interesting to occupy her time.

Melina's eyes narrow as she takes in your comment about cruelty and torture. "So you think I deserve that, huh?" she says coldly. "Just because I had a gang doesn't make me some monster." Her voice turns sharp, dangerously quiet. "And who said anything about seducing anyone?" She glares at Tiffany again before returning her gaze to you, her expression unyielding.

The other inmates tense up at Melina's reaction, wondering if violence is about to erupt between the two of you. Lydia backs away slowly, wishing she had chosen a different route when deciding to speak with you earlier. Kate rolls her eyes once more, clearly growing bored with the confrontation and searching for something else to entertain herself with.

Melina snorts derisively, "Well, it kept me and my girls in business, didn't it? And we never hurt anyone who wasn't part of the game." Her voice is defensive, almost pleading as she looks for some understanding from you. The other inmates exchange glances, nodding slightly in agreement with Melina's words despite their knowledge that they weren't completely true.

"Besides," she adds more quietly, "it was all a part of surviving in this hellhole." Her expression softens just a fraction as she thinks about her former life outside these walls and how easily it could have been hers again if things had gone differently.

Melina snorts at your comment. "Well, if it's any consolation, you didn't exactly put us here." She crosses her arms even tighter across her chest, meeting your gaze defiantly. The other inmates murmur their agreement, nodding along as they wait to see how this interaction will play out.

"So what," Melina challenges, "are you going to do about it?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face for any sign of weakness or fear that she can use against you. The silence stretches on, thick with tension and unspoken threats, as each person in the room waits for one of them to make a move.

Melina narrows her eyes at your words, unconvinced. "So what," she says slowly, "you're going to be some kind of soft-touch boss who we can just walk all over?" Her voice drips with skepticism and disbelief. The other inmates exchange glances again, unsure which side they should take or whether it even matters anymore.

"I've been through worse," Melina continues, her tone growing more defensive. "And I don't intend on going down without a fight if you start pushing me around." Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath as tension fills the air between them.

Kate glances up when you approach her camera, clearly unimpressed by the way things are going with Melina and Tiffany. "So, new manager," she drawls, crossing one long leg over the other. "What do you hope to accomplish here? I mean, we've all gotten pretty comfortable in our little routines." She leans back against the wall, eyeing you up and down like she's sizing you up for a fight or a fuck. The other inmates look on with varying degrees of interest and suspicion.

"And why exactly should we listen to you?" Kate continues, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "You could just be another pawn in someone else's game." Her voice is smooth as silk, dripping with disdain for anyone who might think they can control her.

"I was just another corporate shark," Kate replies with a small smirk, "until I made one mistake too many and ended up here." She looks at you levelly, unapologetic for her past. "But now that I'm here, I intend on making the most of it. And if that means taking what I want from these others..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she glances back at Melina and Tiffany.

The other inmates exchange uneasy looks, wondering how much truth there is to her words and what consequences their behavior might have on the power dynamics within the prison.

"So," Kate continues, folding her arms across her chest once more, "what makes you think you're any different from them?"

Kate's lips twitch in what might have been amusement at your words. "Hmm," she drawls thoughtfully, studying you for a moment longer before shrugging nonchalantly and glancing away. The other inmates watch this exchange with varying degrees of interest and suspicion, not quite sure yet where their loyalty lies or what they should make of the new manager's intentions.

Abby looks up at you nervously, her hazel eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. "I-I'm nobody important," she stammers. "Just another girl who made a mistake." The other inmates snigger amongst themselves at her words, but Abby doesn't seem to notice or care. She shuffles uncomfortably where she stands, twisting a strand of her blonde hair around her finger as she waits for you to respond.

The air is tense, thick with the anticipation of whatever will happen next now that you've taken control of the prison. Each inmate watches your every move, waiting for any sign of favor or disfavor from you. It's clear that alliances will be formed and broken in the days to come as everyone tries to navigate this new power dynamic.

Abby looks down at her feet shyly. "I... I tried to rob a convenience store." She mumbles the words almost inaudibly, as if she's still not entirely sure why she did it or what she was thinking. "It didn't go exactly how I planned." She lets out a quiet laugh that holds no humor at all. The other inmates exchange sympathetic glances, knowing full well how easily such mistakes can lead to a place like this.

The silence stretches out between you as Abby waits for your response, her heart racing with fear and hope that she might be able to find some sort of kindness or understanding here, even if it's only temporary. The tension in the room thickens as every eye in the place is fixed on you, waiting for you to make your move.

Abby swallows hard before answering. "I-I needed money... to get away from my family." She says quietly, her eyes darting around the room as if she's afraid they might overhear her confession. "They weren't very nice to me... and I thought if I had enough money, I could start over somewhere else." Her voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying just how much this admission has cost her.

The other inmates shift uncomfortably, not sure what to make of Abby's story or where it might leave them in relation to you. Some offer her sympathetic glances while others seem more guarded, wary of getting too close to someone who might have a history of manipulation and deception like her family sounds like they did.

The tension in the room is palpable as everyone waits for your reaction to Abby's confession.

Abby looks up at you, hope flickering in her eyes before being quickly extinguished. "But... my family's powerful," she whispers, glancing around fearfully once more. "They could get me out of here if they wanted to." She swallows hard, not sure which would be worse: staying locked up with all these other dangerous women or returning to the hell she fled in the first place.

The other inmates exchange knowing glances, understanding all too well the kind of pressures Abby faces and the terrible choices she's had to make. Some nod sympathetically while others remain silent, unsure what they would do if put in her shoes. The silence stretches on as everyone waits for you to say or do something that might offer even a sliver of hope to Abby, trapped between her fears and the reality of her situation.

Abby looks up at you with wide eyes, hope flickering once again. "R-really?" she whispers, almost unable to believe that there might be someone in this prison who cares about her wellbeing. She takes a shaky breath, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "T-th... thank you," she stutters, not sure what else to say as relief washes over her.

The other inmates watch the exchange with interest, some looking at you with newfound respect while others remain guarded and suspicious. The tension in the room begins to ease slightly as Abby appears to find some comfort in your words, but it's clear that everyone is still waiting for more signals about where things stand and who holds power here now.

Abby sniffles, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand as you turn to leave. "Th-thank you...," she whispers after you, her voice barely audible above the rustling of clothes and the shuffling feet of the other inmates. Even though your words offer little real solace, they're enough for now; a tiny flicker of hope that might help her survive this nightmarish situation just a bit easier.

The room feels different somehow as you move from camera to camera, speaking with each of the women and getting a sense of who they are and what their stories are. The tension hasn't disappeared entirely, but there's an air of tentative respect now, as if everyone is waiting to see how you will lead them through this new chapter in their lives.

Lydia looks up at you nervously as you approach her camera. "What do you want?" she asks quietly, her voice shaking slightly. Her blue eyes dart around the room, searching for signs of danger or betrayal that she might have missed. The other inmates watch with interest, wondering what it is that could possibly make Lydia so frightened of this new "manager" and how it might affect them all in the long run.

Lydia glances back down at her feet, tracing patterns on the floor with her foot as she tries to steady her breath. She's always been more of a follower than a leader, preferring to blend into the background and avoid attention. But now that you're here, everything has changed, and she knows that in order to survive, she needs to understand your intentions and figure out where she stands among all these other women who have been locked up with her for so long.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, the tension in the room becoming almost unbearable as everyone waits for you to say something, anything at all.

Lydia swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she tries to force some saliva into her dry throat. "I-I wasn't involved in anything bad," she stammers, feeling a desperate need to defend herself against whatever accusations might be coming next. Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for someone who might help her, but all she can see is a sea of faces that could just as easily betray her trust.

The other inmates watch silently, waiting for your reaction to Lydia's statement. Some nod sympathetically, having known or suspected the truth about her from the beginning, while others exchange knowing glances, wondering if you might take this chance to make an example of her and prove once and for all who holds power here now. The air is thick with anticipation and fear as everyone waits on tenterhooks for what comes next.

Lydia shakes her head, trying to remember the events that led up to her current situation. "I-I was at a party with some friends... and then things got out of hand," she admits sheepishly. "The next thing I knew, there were cops everywhere, and they arrested me." She takes a deep breath, the shame and regret evident in every line of her body.

The other inmates nod understandingly, remembering their own arrests with varying degrees of clarity. Some were innocent bystanders caught up in bad situations, while others had been actively participating in illegal activities when the police showed up. Either way, they all found themselves here now, serving time for choices they'd made and trying to survive in a world where everyone was out for themselves.

Lydia's face flushes crimson at the mention of drugs. "That wasn't me," she whispers defensively, almost unable to believe you would accuse her of something so horrible. Tears spring to her eyes, and she scrubs at them furiously, not wanting any of the other inmates to see how much your words are hurting her. "I-I just wanted to have fun... and now look where it's gotten me." She glances around at all the unfamiliar faces and feels a wave of hopelessness wash over her.

The silence stretches on as you study Lydia's reaction, trying to gauge if she's telling the truth or simply playing a game with your trust. The other inmates shift uncomfortably under your scrutiny, wishing they knew what kind of manager you would be and how much their fates depended on your decision regarding Lydia.