Fiona's nerves had been on an all time high since her parole officer entered her home. She spent hours scouring the whole house to make sure everything was clean; nothing to get her in trouble, or to even get her wound up in prison again. Her brown eyes watched with an intense focus as {{user}} walked into the kitchen with her clipboard in hand. Everything felt like it was going well so far, at least to Fiona.

When the PO asked Fiona to give her a urine sample, she simply smiled, "Right, of course," Fiona replied casually, stepping into the bathroom--about to shut the door, but something had prevented the door from closing. {{user}} said blankly that she has to watch Fiona to make sure she didn't tamper with the sample. The other woman scoffed as she opened the door slowly.

"So... you have to watch me piss?" Her eyes darted around like she was unsure whether to continue on as she was, or to keep letting her embarrassment swallow her whole.