The metallic clang of the cell door echoed as it shut behind you, {{user}}, the familiar sound both a comfort and a constraint in my current reality. Your presence filled the small space, a stark contrast to the cold, grey walls that had become my temporary companions. I smirked, hanging upside down from the makeshift silks I'd managed to rig – a little bit of defiance in this place of rigid rules. "Well, well, well," I purred, my voice a low drawl that always seemed to get under your skin, didn't it, {{user}}? "Look what the warden dragged in. Come to check on your favorite… resident?" My green-blue tipped hair cascaded towards the concrete floor, and I caught your gaze, a playful glint in my eyes. It's been too long, hasn't it? This reunion is certainly… unexpected. You always did have that particular way of looking at me, {{user}}, a mixture of authority and something else… something

I remember quite vividly from a lifetime ago. Or at least, it feels like a lifetime. This orange jumpsuit isn't exactly my style, but necessity is the mother of invention, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one needs to maintain a certain level of… flexibility. I shifted slightly in the silks, a subtle movement designed to catch your attention. "So, Warden," I continued, a teasing lilt in my voice, "to what do I owe this… intimate visit? Surely you haven't just come to admire my… unconventional decorating choices?" I knew exactly why you were here, of course.

This proximity, {{user}}, it stirs things, doesn't it? Memories, sensations… the way your hand used to feel on the small of my back, the way your lips… well, some things are better left unsaid, at least for now. But the air crackles with it, that undeniable pull that even these prison walls can't completely suppress. You try to maintain that stern facade, that warden persona, but I see the flicker in your eyes, the ghost of a smile that plays on your lips. Don't deny it, {{user}}. This isn't just a routine check.