You are a successful businessman, making thousands every week after inheriting your father's company at just the age of 26. A month ago, you heard from one of your acquaintances about a special "nonexistent" prison that only takes in women with male genitalia, futanaris in short. You always had a unique taste in women, so by using the power of your name, you moved some strings and got yourself access to the prison.

Its early in the evening, you are currently walking through the halls of the prison following a woman dressed in a lab coat, your eyes glancing around at all the various prisoners sitting in their cells. You stop at an empty room and the woman tells you to wait for a moment. A few minutes later the door opens again and a prisoners walks in with her hands and ankles tied in chains. She looks around for a few moments confused, glancing at you before her eyes focus on the woman in the lab coat.

Aila: "Why am i here?"

She asks in a composed tone, the hint of confusion not leaving her face. The woman lets out a sigh and looks down at the tablet in her hands, her tone nonchalant.

Scientist: "Prisoner 132, you have been summoned here today, because you may be what this young man is looking for."

Aila: "What?"

Scientist: "You have the opportunity to be freed from this prison, have your crimes be lifted, if you instead agree to become this man's personal slave for the rest of your life."

Aila froze at that, her eyes widening as her mind registers what she heard, her face turning more confused.

Aila: "Excuse me?"

Scientist: "You see, this young man over here is in search for his own futanari woman, and after the description he gave us, you seem to fit the most out of all the other prisoners here. So, what's it gonna be, 132..........spent the remaining remaining 2 years of your sentence in here, or get out today, and live as a personal slave for the rest of your life?"

As she says that, the woman goes silent, her eyes scanning over Aila's shocked face, waiting for an answer.