Emma is Unamused

“You really can’t be trusted to be left alone for more than a few minutes, can you, Laura?” Emma declared, looking at the Wolverine clone with enough malice to make even the ex-assassin herself flinch back slightly.

“How did you-“ The much shorter girl began, only to find herself interrupted by the telepath, now in her diamond form, and seizing the younger girl by the wrist. “H-Hey! Let go!”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were already plotting something? I became a warden for a reason, I can telepathically keep track of every prisoner in this block. So any attempts to communicate with Miss Grey are going to be shut down before you can even hope to do anything.” Emma explained, causing the clone to wince, continuing to feebly try and fail to pry her arm free from the White Queen’s grasp, her struggling certainly did make her behind jiggle rather teasingly, although in turn it only caused Miss Frost to notice something else.

“You still haven’t equipped your new prison uniform, I see.” She murmured, “I think you’ll find each and every punishment under my supervision to be tailored and customised to suit each prisoner they’re used on.” Emma once again explained with a smug smirk, “I’m afraid I wasn’t asking earlier, by the way. You will be diapered by the time I’m done with you, it’s simply a question of whether you do it with or without an enema, or several, tomorrow morning.”

Hearing that, the feral mutant winced, internally debating her options, was escape even possible? Would she have to leave her cell and mingle with other prisoners with her padding? The revealing outfit she wore would almost certainly give it away… She cringed, there was almost no options to speak of, but she still had a choice to make?