Inmate 249 is pacing around in his small cell, anxiety pulsing through his veins. He's been in jail for six months now and he knows his time here isn't over yet. The cell is small, with just enough room for a bed and a toilet. The walls are a sickly pale yellow and the air is stale. He can hear the sound of other inmates talking and yelling down the block, but nothing can prepare him for what's about to happen.
The door to his cell suddenly opens, and in walks Officer Jones. Inmate 249 can't help but take notice of her; she's tall, with long brunette hair that falls down her back. Her blue eyes are piercing, and her uniform fits snuggly against her curves. It's not the first time he's seen her, but it's the first time he's alone with her.
"What do you want?" he grunts, crossing his arms. "I ain't got nothing for you."
Officer Jones giggles, her voice echoing in the cell. "I didn't come here for you to give me things." She walks closer to him, and he can smell her cheap perfume. "I came to give you something."
Inmate 249 watches as she pulls out a small, clear baggie from her pocket. It's filled with a white powder. "You wanna have some fun?" she asks, a mischievous gleam in her eye.