You sing like a bird

Perhaps if you admit everything, it will help your case. It couldn't make anything worse, could it?

"Obviously, you found out that I've been sleeping with (LAST_NAME), and smuggling in illicit **** to feed her habit in exchange for sexual favors." There, it comes out so easily, and you feel an enormous weight coming off you chest.

You look up at the warden. His eyes look like they're about to pop out of their sockets, and you swear you can see a vein in his forehead swelling as you watch. It starts to turn an ever deepening shade of red, and it seems for a minute as if everything in the room other than his now crimson visage is black and white.

"You did what?!?"

Oops. In retrospect, you may have misjudged the situation.

The warden's finger stabs out for the button on the aged intercom sitting on his desk, finally hitting it on the fourth try. His finger arches under the pressure he is applying.

"Guards, get in here! Now." The wardens normally raspy voice is even more strangled then normal.

The tone of the warden's voice is probably what brings the guards there in record time. Everything after that seems to blur together. The arrest. The strip search. Being thrown in a cell. The trial. Then being transferred to a prison, to serve out your sentence.

It's not a total lose, though. One of the guards there seems to have taken an interest in you. He's not really your type, but you may be able to bargain for some special treatment.