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The Mistress adjusted her tie before the ornate wooden mirror, the only spot of color in her all-gray room. She appreciated that the Warden had provided lodging for she and her staff, but the room was slightly less than satisfacory.

The dark-haired woman continued to fiddle with her outfit until she was pleased with her appearance. She then stood before the mirror, looking herself up and down.

"You're wearing that?"

The Mistress spun around to see the Warden leaning casually against her doorframe. She glared.
"Yes. And what of it?" she snapped.

The Warden grinned. It was one of those cheery, gapped grins that she already knew so well. It never meant good news, as far as she had experienced.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought since it is a ball, you may want to look a bit more... presentable," he said smoothly, gesturing towards the door. With that Jared pushed in a long clothing rack.

It was chock-full of the most beautiful dresses the Mistress had ever seen, of every color in the spectrum. She looked at her host.

"What are these?" she said quietly, walking slowly towards the selection of gowns. The Warden smirked and shrugged.

"Just some old things I got Jailbot to pick up for you. I asked him to find some particualrily nice ones, it being a special ocassion and all," he replied, a grin spreading over his face as he looked over the dresses.

The Mistress just stared at him. He had done all this for her?
Nobody had ever done something so nice for the young prison owner, and now the Warden was providing her with... these! Like it was nobody's business.

"Warden... thank you," she muttered, giving him a small smile. He stared at her.

Then he blushed and looked away.
"God, don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to win a bet here, okay?"

The Mistress' smile disappeared.
"Well, excuse me for being grateful," she hissed coldly. The Warden looked regretful for a split second, then his glare returned.

He stormed out, casting a final frown at the Mistress.

She tore her gaze from the doorway and placed it back on the dresses. For a moment, just a moment... they had gotten along. The Mistress had, in all honesty, liked her opposite from the beginning. Just a little.

But it was over. She wanted to win the bet more than ever. She would own Superjail, the Warden, and his entire staff.

And teaching the Warden manners would be first on her agenda.

Description
The Mistress adjusted her tie before the ornate wooden mirror, the only spot of color in her all-gray room. She appreciated that the Warden had provided lodging for she and her staff, but the room was slightly less than satisfacory.

The dark-haired woman continued to fiddle with her outfit until she was pleased with her appearance. She then stood before the mirror, looking herself up and down.

"You're wearing that?"

The Mistress spun around to see the Warden leaning casually against her doorframe. She glared.
"Yes. And what of it?" she snapped.

The Warden grinned. It was one of those cheery, gapped grins that she already knew so well. It never meant good news, as far as she had experienced.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought since it is a ball, you may want to look a bit more... presentable," he said smoothly, gesturing towards the door. With that Jared pushed in a long clothing rack.

It was chock-full of the most beautiful dresses the Mistress had ever seen, of every color in the spectrum. She looked at her host.

"What are these?" she said quietly, walking slowly towards the selection of gowns. The Warden smirked and shrugged.

"Just some old things I got Jailbot to pick up for you. I asked him to find some particualrily nice ones, it being a special ocassion and all," he replied, a grin spreading over his face as he looked over the dresses.

The Mistress just stared at him. He had done all this for her?
Nobody had ever done something so nice for the young prison owner, and now the Warden was providing her with... these! Like it was nobody's business.

"Warden... thank you," she muttered, giving him a small smile. He stared at her.

Then he blushed and looked away.
"God, don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to win a bet here, okay?"

The Mistress' smile disappeared.
"Well, excuse me for being grateful," she hissed coldly. The Warden looked regretful for a split second, then his glare returned.

He stormed out, casting a final frown at the Mistress.

She tore her gaze from the doorway and placed it back on the dresses. For a moment, just a moment... they had gotten along. The Mistress had, in all honesty, liked her opposite from the beginning. Just a little.

But it was over. She wanted to win the bet more than ever. She would own Superjail, the Warden, and his entire staff.

And teaching the Warden manners would be first on her agenda.