There was just one problem with sharing a cell with a vampire, and that was the lack of sunlight to designate the start of a new day. Granted, Selwyn wasn't a fan of having sunlight pointed directly in her face first thing in the morning, but it would be nice to be woken up via the star of false hope of freedom that is the sun every now and then. But such a thing, the lack of sun, was more a personal preference, and as of yet Selwyn had had little reason to put in for a cell change. Up to now she had gotten along well enough with her cellmates. It helped that she and the vampire were practically cut from the same cloth. Except that Selwyn was one who feasted on a different sort of bodily fluid than blood. 

It was not with a yawn or a stretch that Selwyn awoke in her bed in the right corner of the cell, just above the empty bed that would have housed their third cellmate, had said cellmate not been rather tiny and confined to a tissue box of her own choosing up on the windowsill. This was Selwyn's corner, she had made it her own. On the stone walls next to her were etchings of numerals, not counting down days but numbers of import known only to the succubus herself. Above the bed, hanging from the overhead ceiling, was a hanging candelabra. It took quite a bit of convincing to get such an ornate fixture as that put in, but one thing Selwyn was good at was using her body, or at least offering to, to get around certain rules and regulations. She was pretty sure the warden fired the guard that allowed Selwyn to replace the stock torches and candles on the wall with a golden hanging candelabra complete with colored flames, but he was an idiot anyway. 

The lower bed was a housing facility for random trinkets and gifts the succubus had received over the years of her incarceration, gifts from fellow inmates, gifts from obsessed and weak minded guards, gifts from visitors, all of them just placed on the bed and on the floor around it. Fools who thought that giving her gifts would give them access to her for a little solitary confinement. The flowers she had been given were wilted and scattered about the floor, while the jewels and handmade accessories were just placed wherever on the bed. Literally tossed there. All that she was missing was gold, but only fools kept their gold out in plain sight. 

Selwyn slid off of her bed and landed gracefully on the stone floor. As usual she was barefoot, but she barely noticed anymore. Was the floor cold? Hot? She didn't know, nor did she care. Her eyes briefly passed over the windowsill. "Caught another one," Selwyn muttered, spotting the third rodent skeleton. Selwyn wrestled with the notion of waking the third member of their little slice of paradise, but decided against it. 

Selwyn made the trip towards the cafeteria with a look of utter boredom on her usually expressive face. Fall into the same routine for long enough and it loses its luster. Arriving in the cafeteria, Selwyn didn't wait in line. Since day one, Selwyn had never once stood in line for meals. Or for much of anything. Lines were for the foolish. Her first stop was at a table that had a pair of cyclopes, dumb things those were. She sauntered over, trailing her fingers along the tabletop before sliding inbetween the two of them. 

"My my, all this food and you are both already so big and so...strong," she accentuated her point by running her fingers over the arms of the one eyed beasts, hiding the disgust behind a smile - there was more flab on them than muscle, years of nonactivity will do that. "Surely you would not mind if I, who is all skin and bones and in dire need to maintain a figure, help myself to just a bit of your extra meal, yes?" The cyclopes looked at each other and shrugged, but before they could answer yes or no, Selwyn had taken a plate of breakfast meat from one of them and had left to find her next source of food.

"Must you be so vulgar so early, you brutish hussy?" Selwyn spat out as she stepped past a table housing Ericka. Honestly, I am a sucucbus and even I do not so blatantly make such remarks. Then again, I guess it is hard to be subtle when you have about as much class and intelligence as a rodent. Ah, but never mind that, I shall take that." After saying her remarks to Ericka, Selwyn grabbed the outstretched can of fish for herself and placed it on her tray. The cat was too slow on the draw. 

Selwyn continued her walk through the cafeteria, sidestepping a certain centaur. "You do know that food is enjoyed when you savor it, yes? It is a spork, not a shovel." She said to the horse in passing before turning her eyes to a nearly empty table. Nearly empty, since the only occupant was the human girl. Selwyn took a seat across from her, setting her tray of meat and fish can down with a soft thud. "Dreadful, is it not? The food, I mean." Selwyn spoke to the girl while cutting her meat with silverware. "But we cannot rightly expect high class dining. Sad as it is." 

Selwyn took a bite from her meat, shuddering slightly as it went down. She still hadn't gotten used to the food.