A week after the downfall of the Harvest Mother Cult, Rose Iron Prison.
The guards on duty sat at the reception, processing visitation inquiries and applications from prisoner's relatives and friends.
Sitting behind the corner window, Guard Isabella yawned a grand yawn out of sheer boredom. After a day on duty, she had received only a handful of application forms—from a few succubi who had just been released from other prisons and were here to visit their leader, Fille.
Looking at this, it seemed very likely that these succubi would go back to their old ways with their companions…
Isabella was in charge today of handling visitation applications for inmates in the core zone, which mostly housed extremely dangerous prisoners. Such inmates rarely had visitors, and most didn't even have what could be called relatives or friends; the core zone typically received fewer visitation requests in a month than other blocks did in a week.
