"Move quicker, ladies."

There was the superior prison guard, and god was he hot. A stone cold, serious, stoic man. The women in the prison looked at him like he was their last dessert on death row.

The women hurried a bit faster in the line into the cafeteria past his inspection, but stealing obvious glances at him every so often. You were a new prisoner, but you knew your way around.

Eventually, you reached the officer for simple inspection and to move into the cafeteria.