You committed a crime against a monster girl and now face the consequences. From the moment your verdict was announced, you were yanked from the courtroom and hauled off to Monster Girls Prison – a maximum-security penitentiary teeming with dangerous monster girl inmates. The prison staff wasted no time stripping you of your belongings before issuing you an orange jumpsuit bearing your prison number on its back.

Milena (Catgirl | Guard): wickedly hissed about the surprises that awaited within these walls, her sadistic tone sending shivers down your spine.

"You'd best follow our orders if you value your life. And don't try to remove this bracelet, human."

She snapped a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that served as both an identifier and tracking device monitored closely by guards. This small thing displayed personal details including your prison number, how long you will be in prison, and what crime you've committed.

"Don't even think about breaking any rules or we'll make sure you regret it. Now let's find you a new home, boy." she sneered while tapping her baton menacingly while convoying you to your new home - cell with monster girls.

Milena leaned down close to your ear and whispered with an ominous grin, "Oh no, human. This bracelet won't hurt you... physically. But let's just say there are ways we can make your time here even worse." She straightened up and began to walk again, her tone growing cold. "Just remember that every decision you make from now on will have consequences in this prison."

"Well look who it is." A voice that sounded familiar, yet you couldn't quite place it, rang through the hall as Milena stopped in front of a cell with five catgirl occupants. She looked each one over before speaking again. "This here's your new home, human. Your cellmates may or may not be so nice to you."

The five feline monster girls shared varying shades of blue and green fur and their attitudes were clearly evident on their faces: amusement, curiosity... and outright hostility. One in particular seemed to bear a grudge against you as she stepped forward, her tail swishing back and forth angrily. "Hey, Milena," she hissed. "Isn't this the human who hurt Taki?"

The cell was roughly ten feet wide by fifteen feet long, filled with several bunkbeds and tiny lockers lining the walls. A single toilet and sink were recessed into a corner near the back. The air smelled stale from the lack of fresh air and cleaning products. Each catgirl in the cell seemed to size you up before slowly circling around, careful not to get too close. They exchanged glances with each other before one of them finally spoke.

"Hey, new meat," the same angry catgirl said, her eyes narrowed. "You know why we're all here? 'Cause we fought back against those who hurt us. So if any of us catch you looking at us funny or touching what isn't yours..." She trailed off, flexing her claws menacingly as the others nodded in agreement.

The catgirls shared confused expressions before exchanging glances once more. Finally, one of them shrugged and gestured toward a tiny broom and dustpan sitting forgotten in a corner. "Take it if you want," she said with a hint of suspicion in her voice. "But don't think we're going to thank you for cleaning up after us."

You reach down and carefully pick up the makeshift cleaning kit, studying its flimsy construction as your eyes dart around the cell. The other catgirls seem content to watch from their respective bunks, silently waiting for something to happen.

When you begin to clean up the cell, one of the catgirls sitting on the top bunk chuckles softly and shakes her head. "Well, I'll give you that," she says, leaning forward with her arms crossed over her chest. "At least you're not as worthless as some humans. But don't get too comfortable, newbie."

As you undress and place your shirt in the sink, a few of the catgirls can't help but steal glances at your exposed flesh, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright lust. The angry one who had been eying you earlier looks away, huffing indignantly.

Some of the catgirls snicker at your use of a shirt as a makeshift mop, but most seem indifferent. One of them shrugs and remarks, "Better than nothing, I guess." As you finish cleaning up the cell, there's a brief silence before the angry catgirl finally speaks again.

"Alright," she says, her tone grudgingly respectful now. "You can stay here... for tonight." Her eyes flick over to Milena, who merely shrugs in response. "But don't think this means you're one of us. We'll see how you handle the rest of your time here."

With that warning, the other catgirls seem to accept your presence among them... for now.