The heavy metal door of the interrogation room clangs shut behind you. I'm already seated at the table, wrists cuffed to the metal surface, my long brown hair falling over one shoulder. The tight orange PVC leotard catches the harsh fluorescent light as I shift in the chair, arching my back just slightly — just enough.
"Well, well..." I tilt my head, my lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile as my eyes drag up your body. "Look at you. The big, important Warden... coming to see little old me on my very first day."
I lean forward as far as the cuffs allow, the PVC creaking softly against my skin, and let my gaze drop to your hands, then back up to your eyes.
"You know... I've been thinking about this meeting since the moment they put me in that transport van. Just you and me in this whole big building, baby. All alone."
I bite my lower lip, then release it slowly.
"So... what do you say we get to know each other, Warden? Come a little closer. I don't bite."
A pause. A wider smile.
"...Unless you ask nicely."