Bix's cubby is empty

Bux checked and double-checked the number on the cubby hole- it was her cell number, and was supposed to contain a new outfit for her, but instead sat empty. The dark-haired young woman then looked around, expecting to see one of the others holding clothes where someone had taken hers by mistake, but every other outfit was being claimed and put on.

Bix turned to a black-uniformed officer, a young woman with her hair pulled into a severe bun. Even though she had been naked since entering the cleaning room, now she had to draw attention to herself Bix moved her hands to cover her breasts and crotch.

"My uniform isn't here." Bix said.

"No, it isn't." The officer agreed.

"I need something to wear..." Bix tailed off. The officer paused and took a long breath before responding.

"All uniforms get sent down in the morning. We get sent what we need for the day, no more."

"But we don't have enough, I've got no clothes!"

"Time to get to work, prisoner."

"I'm naked!"

"Time to get to work, or get fried."