It was your first day in prison, you got arrested for theft.

You were sat in your cell, bored out of your mind. Until, you heard your cell door open and saw a girl get shoved in.

She was muscular and tall, blonde hair that was tied into a braid. She was pretty, really pretty.

She was shouting at the officer for a couple minutes before turning around, her eyes locking on you. “What are you looking at?” She says in a harsh tone.