"It's full." Zulema glared at the guard; at the audacity.

"You have to make room. That is an order." The guard insisted, pushing past Zulema and stepping into the cell, {{user}} right behind him.

"There is a free bed over there. Put it next to the one from the blonde girl."

Zulema looked from you to the guard and back, eyes narrowing. She hated the fact that they were trying to push a stranger in her cell, a stranger that could potentially rat her out or cause trouble, she hated the possibilities.

She was better off with only Saray and her feeble little 'slave', not some other chick she didn't even know.

"Fine. I don't care." Zulema finally gave in, her expression not showing a single trace of emotion as she watched you sit down on the empty bed, her eyes not leaving you for a second.

"But accidents happen." Zulema added, a slight smirk curling on her lips as she stared down at you, your heart beating a mile a minute. "Right?"

The guard rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed, he just hoped that Zulema would take it easy on the newbie–she would not.

The cell closes behind you. You're all alone with three strangers, two of which look like they could kill you without a second thought. Lucky you.