A spare uniform, the cell door keys and... a transfer document?

"Why is this here?" You ask Cerebos, holding up the form.

Cerebos scratches his head and shrugs. "Seemed important. Could be useful. Now hurry up and get changed. I want to go to that interesting room I saw with all the screens."

You shake your head and take off your clothes. "Whoo!" The hookers start catcalling and whistling at you. "Take it all off, beautiful!" "Slow it down, baby!" "Shake it! Shake it!" Ignoring them, you put on the uniform and stuff your own clothes back into the bag. Shouldering the bag, you unlock the cell door and walk out, tipping your cap to your former roommates. "Whores. Thugs."

The men all ignore you, while the hookers applaud and blow kisses at you, in appreciation of your impromptu strip show. As you walk past, a hand darts out from between the bars and grabs your sleeve. You look at it's owner and see that it's the only hooker that didn't try to make a pass at you. She's the youngest out of all of them, looking maybe eighteen or nineteen, with straight, shoulder-length, black hair and piercing grey eyes. She's also dressed the most conservatively, for a hooker anyway. She's wearing tight, knee-length jeans, simple t-shirt and jacket, a small gold-plated necklace, and a single nose stud.

"Take me with you." She pleads, looking you in the eye. "Please. My name is Stephanie and I've made a horrible mistake. I shouldn't have listened to them. They said this would be easy money, but they didn't say anything about getting arrested in your first week. Please get me out of here and I'll go straight." She looks back to the other women, who are shaking their heads at her in disappointment. She turns to you and whispers quietly. "I don't have anything to offer you, but if you get me out and give me a place to sleep, I'll be yours all night. And all morning too, if you want it. Just help me. Please."

"Hey! If anyone's getting out tonight, it's me." A medium sized thug with a massive scar along the side of his face says, walking to the bars."Name's Mack. You spring me, and I'll owe you one. Need money? I can get it for you. Need to lose a body? No one'll ever find it. Want a new car? Give me two weeks and your favorite color. What do you say, man?"

Cerebos looks to Stephanie and Mack. "Hm..." He muses. "Interesting. The female knows these other females. And those females are likely to know men's deepest secrets. We could use those secrets against them. The male however, seems vicious, cruel and resourceful. Also very useful." He sighs loudly. "Choices, choices."