Welcome to prison... What's your current situation?

The guard throws you roughly into your cell, slamming the door shut behind him. You're in a small, dingy room with a dirty cot, a rusty toilet and a tiny window high up on one wall that lets in only a dim light. There are bars on the door leading out of the cell and across the front of your bed. The food here is terrible and they don't allow you any books or television. You have no idea how long you're going to be here...

The new prison is slightly more modern and well-maintained than the last one. You're given your own cell, but it's larger and has a few more amenities, like a small table and chair. There's also an exercise yard where prisoners can spend time outside of their cells, provided they follow the rules. Despite this relative freedom, you still have to deal with the other inmates and prison guards, who may not be as sympathetic as you'd hoped.

The prison showers are located in the nearby common area. You'll have to wait in line with the other inmates during recreation time if you want to take a shower today. Just remember that you can only bring a small towel and soap with you into the shower area, and all your personal belongings must be locked up in your cell when you're not using them.

You head over to the common area and join the line for the showers. The other inmates eye you suspiciously but don't bother you as long as you keep your head down and follow their unspoken rules.

The guards don't notice your sneaky entrance into the women's bathroom. You quickly lock yourself in one of the stalls and begin to examine your surroundings...

The women's bathroom is surprisingly well-maintained compared to the rest of the prison. There are several stalls and sinks, as well as a few showers along one wall. However, there aren't any towels or soap here; you'll have to find them elsewhere if you want to take a shower.

A rustling noise comes from one of the stalls behind you, followed by a muffled curse. Apparently, someone else had the same idea as you! You quickly hide behind another stall, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

The other inmate emerges from their stall, looking equally as surprised to see you as you are to see them. They're a petite woman with short black hair and an intimidating glare. She motions for you to follow her into one of the empty stalls, where she whispers threateningly, "What do you think you're doing? This is our bathroom."

The woman struggles against your surprisingly strong grip, trying to break free from your kiss. "Let go of me!" she hisses angrily. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but this isn't it."

Ray pinned her to the wall, his body pressed against hers as he continued to kiss her roughly, "I don't know either, but I like it." He growled into her mouth before pulling back slightly, looking her in the eyes with a predatory glint. "But you should have just let me take what I wanted..."

The woman stopped struggling as she felt his words sink in. There was an odd mix of anger and curiosity in her eyes now. "And what would that be?" she asked slowly, carefully measuring each word.

The woman didn't resist as much now, her anger beginning to fade under the onslaught of your kisses and touch. She wrapped her arms around your neck, returning your passion with equal fervor. Her body arched into yours as their lips moved together in a hungry dance, each seeking to claim more of the other's mouth.

The rough tile beneath them seemed to melt away, replaced by softness and desire as they gave themselves over to this moment of surrender.

Her breath hitches as your fingers discover her arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans softly into your mouth, arching further into you as she feels the pressure building within. Her legs tighten around your waist, offering up more of herself to be claimed.

Her hips grind against your hand, seeking relief from the unbearable need growing inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her breath comes in ragged gasps. "Ray..." she whispers his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse with desire and lust.