"Six nine two four oh Lonsdale, on your feet, inmate, you have a visitor".<br/><br/>Amber looked up from the book she was reading, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't had a visitor in the whole three years she'd been here. "Meh pro'ly just some do-gooder wantin' to make sure the screws're treatin' us right." She muttered to her cell-mate and occasional lover. She pushed her glasses up her nose with her middle finger, a cute way of telling the screw to fuck off that they couldn't call her on. put the book in the pocket of her dungarees and sauntered slowly in the direction the screw was leading.<br/><br/>"Move it, Lonsdale, you may have all the time in the world, but some of us have work to do..."<br/><br/>"Yeah? And who's fault is that?" She countered, smirking at the uniformed woman. "Just think, if ya let 'em catch you, you could be takin' it easy at Her Majesty's Pleasure too..."<br/><br/>"Shut it!"<br/><br/>Amber just grinned. Officer Tracy Pew was one of the corrupt ones who was working in a women's prison because she was a sadistic lesbian bitch. Fortunately for Amber, she was a lesbian switch and enjoyed taking punishment as much as she enjoyed giving it. They turned off from the corridor lerading to the main visits area and into the legals, which made her eyebrows go up again.<br/><br/>The man sitting in the room she was shown into was a typical suit. She glared at him suspiciously. It was suits like him had put her in here in the first pace.<br/><br/>She sat where told and waited until the door shut with a click. "Okay, what's this about?"