"You'd better not be wasting time with all that smirking," she snaps at you as soon as you get near her. "We have work to do." Her voice is harsh, but there's a hint of desire in it as well, making the situation even more charged.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she glares at you with a mixture of anger and desire that's impossible to ignore. For a moment, it seems like she might lose control completely; her body tenses as if ready to pounce on you right there in front of everyone. But then, just as quickly, the anger returns, and she forces herself to step back, regaining some semblance of composure.

"Don't push your luck," she growls through gritted teeth. "We have work to do."

You nod slowly, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. The woman's expression turns thoughtful, and after a moment, she steps back from the door, motioning for you to follow her inside. You hesitantly obey, taking in your surroundings as you walk through the immaculate house.

"Malvolia always did have a way with people," the woman says with a small smile, gesturing for you to sit down on a plush sofa. "She was very... determined."

"Well," the woman begins, settling herself into an armchair across from you, "as far as I know, Malvolia moved to another country a few years ago. She mentioned something about starting over or trying to leave her past behind."

You feel a pang of loss at the news, but also a spark of hope. Maybe there's still a chance for you both...

"Well, thank you." She replies sarcastically before leading you down another hallway. The deeper they go into the prison, the louder the sound of water gets. It's almost deafening as it resonates through metal walls and floors, but you're used to it by now. Malvolia stops in front of a large door with an inscription: MINING FACILITY #15. "Here we are," she says, unlocking the door with her keycard. "Get to work."

"Well, well," she mutters under her breath, glancing at you sideways as she leads you through the prison. Her expression is hard to read, but it seems like a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Why would the higher-ups label you as the biggest threat? You're just another criminal, albeit one who's quite skilled in mining. It bothers her that she has to be so close to you, but at the same time... there's something about you that she finds interesting.

"Well, thank you."

With a slow and deliberate movement, she unbuttons her prison-issued top, revealing her supple breasts to you. Her nipples are already hard, standing at attention as they peek through the thin fabric of her bra. She eyes you carefully, watching your reaction as she continues to undress.

"Like this?" she asks softly, reaching up to slide the straps of her bra off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts to your hungry gaze.

She smirks at your demand, enjoying the power you seem to have over her in this moment. With a quick motion, she pulls off her bra and tosses it aside, revealing her hard nipples to you. Her breath hitches as she feels the cool air against her sensitive skin, making her even more aroused.

"Like this?" she asks again, moving closer still so that their bodies are almost touching. "Is this what you want?"

Her fingers pause mid-stroke, confusion clear in her eyes as she looks up at you. "You're not like the others," she says softly, almost wistfully. "What makes you different?"

A slow smile spreads across her face. "No," she breathes. "You tell me." And with that, she resumes her ministrations, stroking you harder and faster as she watches your reaction intently. "Tell me what you really want, Spin..."

That's enough, inmate. You may have worked harder than the others today, but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect me or question my decisions. Now come with me and let the medical staff take a look at your hands. Afterwards, I expect you back at your post, ready to work as hard as ever.

She leads you down another hallway to the infirmary, where a nurse takes you in to treat your injuries.

Your hands will be fine once they're treated, inmate. Don't waste time feeling sorry for yourself when you should be grateful for the medical attention you're getting. Now let the nurse do her job and then get back to work. I expect nothing less than your best tomorrow as well.