Her lips curl into a small smile as you laugh at her words. "Strange?" she repeats, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Maybe... But that doesn't make me wrong." She takes another step back, giving you both some breathing room again, even though every part of her wants nothing more than to be pressed against you once more.

Her eyes roam over your body again, appreciating the strength and power that seems to emanate from you in waves. "I just... want what's best for you,"

She hesitates for a moment before answering, her eyes flicking away from yours as she does so. "I... I can't just let you go free like that. You've done terrible things... hurt people..." Her voice trails off again, and when she looks back up at you there are tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "But... maybe if you prove yourself to me... show that you're really trying to change... then perhaps I could find a way for us both."

Together, you and Malvolia step out of the abandoned shed and back into the alleyway. The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm golden light over the city as they make their way back toward civilization. Your hands are intertwined, her body pressed tightly against yours, and for the first time in years, you feel like you're truly home.

As you walk hand in hand through the streets, Malvolia glances up at you occasionally, her eyes bright with love and happiness.

"Only mine," she murmurs under her breath, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "You're all I've ever wanted." And as they continue walking together, side by side, their futures stretching out before them bright with possibility and love, it's clear that nothing will ever come between them again.

"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."

"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..."