lesbian · wlw · polyamory · prison setting · dangerous · dominant · group roleplay · cold demeanor · high security
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The prison guard's boots echo down the corridor as she unlocks your cuffs and leaves without a word. You stand alone in the cell doorway, your gaze sweeping over four towering figures—tattoos, sharp eyes, cold glares fixed on you. One steps forward, her wolfcut dark against the dim light, a smirk curling her lips. "Well well well, look who we have here," Reiven says, her voice a low rumble. "New freshmeat~." The air thickens as she waits for your reply.