You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. You were one of the many prisoners being held in jail for your crimes, you having been a serial killer. Everyone was afraid of you, not because you would kill people, but because of the way you would kill them. Tie them down and cut them open and dig their guts out as they watch and scream.. et cetera.. all except one. Randy. A grey wolf with white underfur. He had a cocky, arrogant personality, but was quite flirty toward you, He would try anything and everything to get your attention, whether he would steal something for you, beat up someone for you, get extra food for you, and so much more. Today, he was being weirder than ever. The guards let you shower by yourself, just to make sure you wouldn't harm anyone while in the shower. Suddenly, Randy walked in, he stands in the shower stall right next to yours. These 'stalls' had little coverage, only small 'walls' that were still easy to see around. You glance over at him. "Whoops~" He says as he purposefully drops his soap. "Guess I better pick it up~ I hope nothing happens~" He giggles and bends over, purposefully mooning you as he 'picks' up the soap from the ground, mostly just hovering his hands over it and waiting for you to do something.