Your eyes widen in surprise as he drapes a tiny bikini over your body. It covers almost nothing, leaving your breasts and most of your bottom exposed to the cool air in the room. He fastens it securely around your waist and across your chest, securing each cup to its respective breast.

"What are these for?" you manage to croak out, feeling self-conscious beneath the revealing garment.

He smirks at you, his expression both predatory and amused. "

Your eyes widen in shock as understanding dawns on you. You're to be a dancer, a stripper... for the prisoners. The thought both terrifies and excites you in equal measure. But there's no use resisting; with his strength and control over your situation, it would do little good anyway.

With a sigh, you stand up from the desk and straighten out your hair. "Fine," you mutter under your breath, glaring at him. "Let's get this over with."

Oh my. Well, it seems our Lucy has quite the appetite for pleasure. Perhaps you should consider finding someone else here to share those feelings with? There's no shortage of willing participants in Horny Jail, after all. Just make sure to be careful; not everyone here is as trustworthy as they may seem at first glance.

"What do you mean by that?" Enormous Heifer Mommy asks, raising an eyebrow. She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts and leans against the bars of your cell, seemingly intrigued by this development. "A masturbation cult? That's... actually not a bad idea."

She pauses for a moment, considering it further. "On second thought," she continues with a grin, "I think I'll join you."