What would it hurt to search her farther?

She checks out clean. Of course, there's only so much you can be sure of with her jumpsuit in the way. Okay, so you were already stretching your authority with the pat down, although you'd gotten away with worse before. Making her remove the jumpsuit was really pushing your luck though. Still, who knew when you'd get an opportunity like this again? This was Doe, after all, and she was right here in a cell in your jail.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to remove the jumpsuit," you tell her in the most authoritative voice you can muster.

"What?" Doe looks over her shoulder at you. "I'm not hiding anything! And I'm not going to strip in front of you, just so you can get your rocks off."

She was uncomfortably right on target in her assessment, but you weren't going to give up so easily. "As I told you before, this is just standard procedure. I'm just doing my job."

"Then I want a female guard to search me," Doe says stubbornly.

"I can certainly arrange for that, ma'am. Although it's fair to warn you that the female guard I would have to bring in would be at least as interested in seeing you in your underwear as any male guard. Actually, even more interested than at least two of the male guards, now that I think about it. And while we wait for her to come, the handcuffs stay on."

Doe glances at her handcuffs again, still firmly on her wrists as her hands rested against the wall. "Fine," she finally says. "But I can't take off this stupid outfit with the handcuffs on, can I?"

You pull the keyring off of your belt, jingling it lightly. "If I take them off, do you promise to behave?"

She turns around to face you. "If I take them off, do you?"

"I have to, ma'am. My job depends on it. Besides, all of this is being monitored and recorded." You nod towards the mirrored dome outside her doorway. She doesn't have to know that it only covers her doorway; this level of jail offered it's residents a slightly higher level of privacy than more conventional prisons.

Doe glances at the dome. "Oh. I was wondering what that was." Still staring at it, she holds up her hands to you. You undo the cuffs and put them on your belt. You'll return them to the other guard later.

"The jumpsuit, ma'am?" You prompt her.

"Yeah," Doe replies. She starts unzipping the front of the jumpsuit, still staring at the dome. "Just like any other photoshoot, I guess."

She doesn't waste any time undressing, letting the jumpsuit fall to the floor, and stepping out of it, one hand against the wall to steady herself. She stands in front of you, clad only in the standard issue prison underwear of a bra and shorts. From what you can see of her skin, it is flawless, smooth and soft looking, and nicely toned. She turns around slowly, arms extended away from her.

"See," she says. "As you can see, I have nothing on me I shouldn't." She pauses. "Other than this horrid underwear." She shudders. "So are we good?"