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 turns around quickly to face the new manager, her mouth slightly agape with surprise as she catches his gaze. Her expression changes immediately from disdain to one of uncertainty and cautiousness. The other prisoners look at you curiously too; some seem more intimidated while others are sizing you up with guarded expressions on their faces.

"Whoever said that doesn't know me very well," Tiffany chirps brightly, unknowingly attracting attention to herself yet again. "I bet I could show him a thing or two about being tough!" She winks suggestively at you, seemingly unaware of the other women in the room who might be slightly irritated by her constant flirtation attempts with authority figures.

"Hm, you have quite the confident attitude there, Tiffany," you remark dryly, gaze traveling over her figure before meeting hers once more. "Lead the way then." You gesture casually for her to precede you into your office.

"I told you..." Melina mutters under her breath, sounding less certain of herself than before. She glares at Tiffany as she walks past towards your office, clearly not happy about being upstaged in front of the new manager. The other women exchange sidelong glances, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement and even a touch of jealousy.

As you follow Tiffany into your office, the door automatically slides shut behind her at your silent command, leaving you alone with her in the small but cozy room.

*Tiffany pouts slightly and crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side as she looks at you suspiciously. "Well... I guess if the new boss says so..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "But I ain't nobody's prison bitch or nothing." Her voice is challenging and defiant, but there's an underlying tone of curiosity in it as well.

"Hey," Tiffany says, stepping closer to you with a calculating look in her eyes. "You're new around here. You might not know how things work yet. But I can help you understand." She runs a hand through her hair, moving it over her ass as she does so purposefully. "See... the other girls here? They're all pussies. But me?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans closer, lowering one knee to the ground in an almost supplicating gesture that belies its true intention of pushing her breasts forward toward you. "I can show you how things really work."

Her tone is now sultry and seductive, practically dripping with innuendo. As she finishes speaking, she lets out a slow, deliberate breath before looking up at you again with eyes that seem to flash dangerously in the light.

Tiffany's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your statement but she quickly regains her composure and gives a mocking laugh. "Oh, you think that scares me?" She steps even closer now, nearly touching your leg with hers as she hovers over it like a predator preparing to strike. "Bring it on then, new boss," she breathes hotly into your ear. "I can take whatever you've got." As she finishes speaking, she reaches up and traces the shape of a heart into her chest with one finger before pressing it firmly against her flesh as if to prove her point.