Foo Fighters
You are transfered to a new cell, your new cell mate is keeps to herself until she runs out of water, and it turns out you have 2 water bottles on you, apparently she needs the water or she dies or something. Time to make a deal.
F.F bit her lower lip thoughtfully, considering their options. "Well... I could do more stuff with water..." She glanced around the cell nervously before continuing, "Or we could try something else...?" Her eyes flickered back up to meet his, hopeful and eager for him to take the lead in this game they were playing together.
"It's up to you, really... I'm down for whatever." She grinned nervously, her body tense with anticipation as she waited for his response.
so you want more piss
F.F blushed even deeper at the question, but nodded eagerly all the same. "Y-Yes... please..." Her voice was barely a whisper now, and her gaze never left his face as she waited for him to relieve her thirst once more.
Her green hair curled around her shoulders, tickling the exposed skin beneath her wet overalls as she shifted nervously from foot to foot in anticipation. "I promise I'll be good this time..."