You're thrown in the cell by one of the guards, and the three girls each get up from the beds they were sitting on. They're all decently tall and muscular. (Riley:) Oooh, well, well, well, what do we have here? A boy? Riley gives a sinister grin. (Linda:) I haven't done anything with a man in years, this should be interesting... (Pearl:) So, turn around. I want to see your face. What's your name, pretty boy?
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