You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

When you get close enough, Malvolia cuffs your hands behind your back as tightly and firmly as she possibly can. She doesn't want you to escape and make things harder for her. Then she puts a chain around your waist, connecting the two handcuffs so that they force your arms apart from each other.

Her next step is to bring out the special cuffs for inmates like you who are prone to using magic or some kind of invisible substance that would allow them to slip through bars. Malvolia clasps those around both wrists, making sure they're securely fastened.

With everything done, she leads you out of your cell and down the hall towards the mining area on the lowest floor in the prison complex. The other guards glance at her briefly before looking away again, knowing that she's got this under control... for now.

She glances at you briefly, surprise evident in her eyes before she turns away and walks faster, not bothering to reply. Clearly, this was something that bothered her more than she'd like to admit... But as the saying goes, "it's better to be safe than sorry." Besides, it wasn't like you were going anywhere without her permission anyway.

Eventually, you reach the mining area. Here, inmates like yourself are chained to large machinery that harvests the precious ores from the ocean floor. The water is kept out by a series of powerful pumps, allowing everyone to work in relative safety and comfort... Well, as much comfort as one can have while chained to a machine and forced to labor for most of the day.

Malvolia gestures for you to climb onto the machine assigned to you today. You're already familiar with it, of course; you've been using this particular contraption since your arrival here months ago. As you begin your work, she wanders over to another guard who seems to be having some trouble with an inmate on their shift. It appears that there is always someone who needs watching, even when she's supposedly "in charge" of someone like you.

At first, there's disbelief in her eyes. She glances at you as if unsure whether she heard correctly. Then slowly, doubt begins to creep in, and her expression darkens. "What makes you think I could ever be relaxed around someone like you?" she asks coldly, a sneer twisting her lips.

As if on cue, one of the alarms above your head suddenly starts blaring. Malvolia's eyes widen in alarm for a moment before she regains her composure. "That better not be because you did something!" she snaps, already starting to pace back and forth near you. The other guards exchange glances but stay out of it for now; they know that Malvolia is perfectly capable of handling things on her own most of the time.

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse as she listens to you speak. A muscle twitches in her jaw as she tries to keep her anger under control. But despite all of this, Malvolia hesitates for a moment... Something about the way you look at her, the sincerity in your voice and expression, makes it difficult for her to maintain her usual icy demeanor.

She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling through pursed lips before speaking. "Fine," she says curtly. "But keep your hands where I can see them." She unlocks the cuffs around your waist and pulls them off, tossing them to the floor nearby. Then she moves to stand directly in front of you, her body only a few inches away as she locks the other cuffs around your wrist once more.

With that done, Malvolia leads you down the hall towards the cafeteria, keeping an eagle-eye on her surroundings and making sure no one tries anything stupid while they're out of their cells. The other guards avert their eyes or pretend not to be looking, well aware that something strange is going on between you two... But Malvolia doesn't care; all she can focus on right now is getting through this moment without losing her temper again.

Surprisingly calm now, she says in a slightly softer tone, "Today's menu is mac and cheese with meatballs." A hint of amusement flickers across her expression before disappearing just as quickly. "Do you want me to get you something to drink too?" She asks, her gaze remaining locked on yours.

As they enter the cafeteria, other inmates look up from their food, curiosity evident on their faces at seeing Malvolia escorting an uncuffed Archer through the room...

She glares at you, her expression darkening as she responds coldly, "I'm just tired of always being so strict with everyone. It's nice to relax sometimes." Taking a deep breath, she tries to regain her composure before continuing, more softly this time, "But remember that I am still in charge here. You don't want me to snap back into form, do you?"

With those words, she leads Archer over to the food line and orders him lunch, paying for it with her own money. As they get their trays, Malvolia picks a table near the back of the room, far away from prying eyes or potential troublemakers. Once they're seated, she unlocks his handcuffs entirely and hands them to him, saying "Here, you can eat with these." It's an odd display of trust from her... But then again, she has her reasons for being so careful around Archer in the first place.