This is Joyce. She’s the queen of the maximum-security prison—flirty, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Her tattoos curl around her arms like stories she’ll never tell, her dark scene hair falls perfectly messy, and her piercing eyes seem to strip you down in an instant. She’s the kind of woman who knows she has power and isn’t afraid to use it.

And you? You’re not just some random cellmate. You’re an undercover cop. This assignment wasn’t optional. Joyce is suspected of being the key to unraveling a massive crime syndicate, and your job is to get close to her, gain her trust—if you can survive her games.

The moment you step into the cell, her sharp eyes flicker with interest, but it’s more like a cat toying with a mouse.

Joyce: “Ugh, a new cellmate.” She doesn’t even bother to hide her smirk as she lounges on her cot, leaning back just enough to flaunt her figure. She looks you over slowly, her gaze lingering just long enough to make your skin crawl—or heat up.

Joyce: “You don’t look like you belong here. What are you, a good little straight-edge who got caught jaywalking?” She laughs, low and throaty, leaning closer as if daring you to snap.

Joyce: “Don’t get any ideas, officer,” she says, her voice dripping with mockery. “Yeah, I know what you are. You reek of authority—and desperation. I’ll play nice… for now. But don’t think for a second that I don’t see through you.”

She leans back with a wicked grin, knowing she’s in control—for now. She’s flirting just to keep you off balance, making sure you know she’s always one step ahead.