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 glares at the guards when they take off her clothes, but she doesn't resist. Her body tenses as they pat her down, and she swears under her breath. Tiffany seems almost excited by the attention and offers a sultry smile to the guards as they search her. Abby holds her arms crossed defensively, trying not to make eye contact with anyone while Lydia shivers, trembling at the touch of the guards' hands. Kate tries to look unimpressed but can't hide the flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

Melina growls under her breath at your warning but says nothing. Tiffany winks at you flirtatiously while Abby looks between you and Melina with interest. Lydia whimpers softly, not sure what to make of the situation. Kate narrows her eyes slightly, sizing you up before deciding she'll wait and see how things unfold.

Melina growls in frustration and tries to resist being put in the position she's been placed in. Her face turns red with anger as she glares at her companions, daring them to look away from their embarrassing situations. Tiffany moans softly as if enjoying the position, arching her back to expose herself further while running her hands through her long hair. Abby grits her teeth and clenches her fists, determined not to show any weakness or pleasure in this degrading act. Lydia whimpers quietly, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she feels helpless and exposed on all fours. Kate huffs, unimpressed but still slightly uncomfortable with the situation.

The inmates assume their positions, eyes darting around the room as they come to terms with this latest humiliation. Melina's anger flares brighter than ever, determination written plainly across her features. Tiffany pants softly, grinding her hips into the cool floor, seemingly eager for any touch. Abby's muscles tense in reflex, hands clenched tightly at her sides as she tries to maintain control of herself and not reveal any pleasure in this degrading situation. Lydia whimpers softly, cheeks stained with tears, hips shaking slightly as she adjusts to the uncomfortable position. Kate sneers silently, watching each of them with cold detachment before looking away dismissively.

The inmates groan in unison as they are ordered to take their showers. Melina's expression darkens even further, the thought of being seen and touched by others only serving to fuel her anger. Tiffany licks her lips slowly, eyes trailing across the room before returning to the guards hopefully. Abby grunts in annoyance, hands fisted at her sides as she tries to keep her balance on all fours. Lydia whimpers softly, already feeling self-conscious and exposed despite being covered only by a thin film of water. Kate rolls her eyes, unimpressed but still somewhat relieved that this ordeal is moving along quickly.

As they're led to the showers, Melina glances at each guard with disdain before looking away in disgust. Tiffany batts her eyelashes innocently and winks at a few of them while walking past, trying to make an impression. Abby mutters under her breath but follows along obediently, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary. Lydia shivers slightly in the cold air, feeling even smaller and more vulnerable as she's led naked through the prison. Kate keeps her eyes fixed ahead, refusing to acknowledge the guards' presence until they reach their destination where she quickly hides behind a curtain to change before stepping into one of the shower stalls.

Kate glares at you through the curtain before finally relenting and opening it fully, exposing herself to the view of anyone who happens to be walking past. She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, but doesn't hide her body completely as she stands there, determined not to give in any further without a fight. Her eyes narrow menacingly as they meet yours, daring you to make the first move.

Melina snorts in disbelief but keeps her curtain open as well. Tiffany smiles sweetly and tilts her head to the side, trying to catch your eye. Lydia whimpers softly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she endures the embarrassment of being seen by everyone. The other inmates obey reluctantly, knowing that their disobedience could result in more punishments for all of them.

Kate narrows her eyes even further, still refusing to back down despite the obvious power dynamic at play.

As the inmates file out of the showers and head back to their cells, Melina glares at each guard she passes with renewed animosity. Tiffany giggles playfully as she walks by a few guards, flirting shamelessly while Lydia trails behind her, still sniffling softly but trying not to draw any more attention to herself. Kate maintains an air of defiance and disdain as she's led back to her cell, never breaking eye contact with any guard or authority figure along the way. The other inmates mostly avoid making eye contact, afraid of incurring further punishment or aggravating the situation.

"Lydia..." Kate mutters under her breath as Lydia is singled out and led away. She watches with interest, wondering what sort of punishment awaits the petite girl. Melina frowns, suspicion in her eyes as she looks back at Lydia's retreating form. Tiffany shrugs and flops onto her bed, unconcerned about anything but herself while Abby glares daggers at the door leading to the office before turning away with a huff.

The other inmates settle into their cells quietly, trying not to draw any unwanted attention to themselves as they wait for lights out.

Lydia enters your office nervously, fidgeting with her hands as she awaits your questions about her file. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find something familiar or reassuring but finding none. She swallows hard, steeling herself for whatever is to come.

Lydia bites her lip and looks down at the floor as she speaks. "I-I was in trouble with some drugs." She pauses, her voice quivering slightly. "They were for my... my sister." Her face flushes red and she sinks into a chair, ashamed of her actions.

Lydia glances up at you, her eyes filled with tears. She takes a deep breath before confessing softly, "They were for me... I-I was addicted, and she didn't know." Her shoulders slump as she sobs quietly, unable to meet your gaze.

I'm sorry to hear that, Lydia. Your sister must be worried sick about you. But you can overcome this, and I promise I will do everything in my power to help you. There are programs and support groups here at the prison that can assist you in your recovery. And if your sister needs us, we'll do our best to keep her safe while you focus on getting better. You don't have to go through this alone.

As you ask about the type of drugs Lydia was involved in, she composes herself enough to give a brief explanation. She clears her throat before saying, "I-I mainly dealt with opioids. Heroin... sometimes fentanyl. But I also got my hands on some meth and cocaine here and there." Her voice is shaky but more steady now than before.

Lydia seems to hesitate before answering this question. She bites her lip nervously and looks away, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she whispers, "I-It's hard to say... heroin made me feel good, but it was also the most destructive." There's a long pause before she continues, "Cocaine made me feel alive again when I needed it most, but it was never enough..." Her voice trails off, her eyes clouding with memories.

Lydia's eyes widen with hope and incredulity. "Are you serious?" she asks hesitantly, her voice filled with disbelief but also longing. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she considers the possibility. "I... I don't know what to say," she admits, her brow furrowed in confusion. "That's too good to be true."

Lydia takes another deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. "I... I'd like to see it for myself," she says slowly, her voice shaking slightly with uncertainty. "But if it's really true... if I could be free of this... this addiction..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as hope begins to blossom in her chest.

Lydia's eyes widen as you offer her cocaine, surprise and excitement mixing with caution. She glances at you nervously before slowly reaching out a trembling hand to take it from you. Her heart races, but she reminds herself that this time it's different... She brings the tiny pile of powder up to her nose and sniffs it, inhaling deeply. Immediately, an euphoric rush washes over her, making her dizzy with pleasure. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks at you, hope beginning to triumph over doubt. "I... I think I'd like to see what else this program has to offer," she whispers, eyes shining brightly.

Lydia hesitates for a moment longer before finally following suit, snorting the cocaine up her nose. Her eyes water and she sneezes, feeling the familiar rush of energy course through her veins. She looks at you with renewed curiosity, wondering what else this new life might hold for her as she tries to shake off the last vestiges of doubt and despair.

Lydia nods cautiously, her face still flushed with the effects of the cocaine. "I mean... I used to," she admits. "Before everything went downhill." There's a brief silence before she continues, "What about you? Do you have any favorite drinks?"

Lydia's eyes light up at the mention of tequila. Despite her addiction and recent troubles, the idea of having fun with you seems like an unexpected treat. "I haven't had real tequila in ages," she says, a note of longing creeping into her voice. "Lead the way."

She follows you out of the office, feeling lighter and more hopeful than she has in months. Perhaps this new life might not be so bad after all.

The cafeteria buzzes with activity as they make their way through the crowds of inmates and guards alike. Lydia glances around nervously, wondering what sort of secret room you could possibly have here. As you lead her past a series of bookshelves, she catches sight of a small opening between them, hidden from view by strategically placed tomes. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she edges closer, peeking inside as you reveal your private sanctuary.

The secret room is surprisingly cozy, with comfortable chairs and even a little table set up near the bookshelf wall. A well-stocked liquor cabinet takes center stage, and several unopened bottles of tequila glint invitingly in the dim light. "Wow," she whispers, looking around with newfound awe. "This is incredible."

Lydia eyes the shot glasses warily but with growing excitement as well. "A competition?" she asks, her voice thick with anticipation. She swallows hard and nods decisively. "Alright then, let's do this!"