Alina squirms. When she does, the chains above her rattle sonorously. Her bikini top shakes and clatters like a too-big traitor, as well. Her hair bounces and tumbles like a purple waterfall over tiny, cream colored rocks with every little shift and wiggle. Those are about the only things moving in the room.

The worst part about this,really, was that the prison bikini was about a half a size too big. And when it comes to metal swimwear it's more important than usual to get a good fit, because it tends to be pretty... inflexible, just like this is. Alina squirms again, even though she really probably shouldn't. She shifts and wiggles, and her bronze top isn't, rrrrrgh, "filled out" enough to keep it still. It shifts against her petite chest, which, eep! Pinches places! Places that ought not be pinched! And worse than that it keeps slipping in ways that threaten to expose far too much Cascade to the room.

And it's not really about the embarrassment of the exposure, really, so much as it's... they don't have this in her size? In [I]her[/i] size?? Does Shazari mean to tell her that she's so unprepared for this moment that she doesn't even have a uniform prepared for the one prisoner she's dreamed of having for at least the last six years? What, does she not know Alina's measurements or something? Or is it just that she's -- Eeeeeeeep!!!

Ohhhhhhhhh rivers, that's a big guard. Oh gosh, oh lights, oh... mmmmmff! that is one big, firm, u-um... d-don't get distracted, Alina! Think about escaping! Think about escaping to Rita, not what this living statue is about to do! Alina tries desperately to flatten herself up against the wall, but her chains are too short and all she manages to do is wiggle suggestively. She blushes, squeezes her eyes shut, and shakes her head no no no no, please no, don't come any closer, please...!

"Rrrhhhmmmm?"

Her heart almost leaps out of her chest at the thought. Then the blush starts creeping across every inch of her body, where no veil can hide it. Her toes curl and her legs draw submissively in on themselves as best they're able. She's never tried to look so small and helpless and beneath notice in her entire life! She's never [I]felt[/I] so small and helpless in her entire life. It jolts up her spine like lightning mixed with feathers, and fills her brain with images she'll never shake for as long as she lives. For some reason, the number 3 floats across the top of all these fears and fantasies. She shivers. She tries her best not to... oh, who is she kidding? She lets out the kind of moan that would make a web viper blush. And the kind of followup squeak that would make a certain flame haired mercenary practically split her face in half with a smirk.

Rivers. Why couldn't they ever meet when things weren't like this?