You stood in line beside the other female inmates with their voluptuous forms. They wore very skimpy clothes for being criminals, you on the other hand chose the same blue colors in a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Most of them were arrested for whoring, drug possession, murder, or other terrible crimes...but you were here under false charges.
You were a well behaved criminal studies college student whose professor was doing some really bad things with the other female students as "course practice" that would've had him arrested by normal standards, but you were the only one who was quiet and simple enough to ignore his advances and see through his facade and he made it seem like you were coming onto him when suspicions were finally filed against him, which lead to your arrest.
Your body wasn't as developed as your surrounding inmates, you were very flat chested, plain faced, and wore rectangular, pink lensed glasses to help your vision focus on letters and crazy, different things your vision used to do as you grew up.
"Now! Here's the plan, we need a way to invade Superjail and gain control of it from the idiotic grasp of that childish, immature, and pathetic man...The Warden!" A woman's voice boomed from in front of you a few girls down. Your eyes wandered past your glasses to see…The Mistress.
She was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress shirt with a high collar, a green tie hung from her neck, pink shorts being held up by pink suspenders over her shoulders, pink heeled boots with yellow socks peeking just over the tops, white gloves covered her hands, a pink hat with a flower nestled at an angle on the top, and round pink lensed glasses...similar to yours.
You shook in nervousness at her intimidating nature as she slapped a horse-whip against her hand like a general in the army, she meant business when it came to her competition the infamous Warden of Superjail. Apparently they were once a "thing" and she hated him ever since, but you weren't under Ultraprison's rule-of-terror back then.
"We need someone to go in under their radar and get all the information they can on all of The Warden's newest methods of inmate "crowd control"... now I know most of you won't do it after the party incident but Bruce here has personally expressed distaste for this mission and requested that he not do it." Her heels clicked as she walked up and down the line holding the horse-whip behind her back.
You were growing uncomfortable as she walked closer and closer to you, then as if remembering you were even a member of her flock she paused in front of you.
"You!" She pointed the horse-whip right between your eyes.
"Me?" You pointed to yourself while shaking.
"Yes, you...you're the least...um," She tapped her chin thoughtfully trying to find the right word.
"Physically developed, ma'am." Cherise, a red beehive hairdo, short woman spoke up from behind The Mistress.
"Thank you, Cherise." Mistress replied shooing her back a few inches.
"You're welcome, ma'am." Cherise cowered just as much as you did.
"I-I can't be put in a place surrounded by men...a man is why I'm here in the first place!" You whisper-shouted.
Mistress raised an eyebrow at your outburst and hatched a plan right in that short amount of time, "If you do this, I'll count it as time served against your sentence so it can be shortened." A grin formed on her face.
Your eyes flicked left-to-right under your glasses as you processed what she had said. Could she do that? She is the patron of Ultraprison, whatever she says goes even if it's on records and you could be done sooner than you thought with yours.