Dinh rolled her eyes and necked her drink again. In truth, she wasn't noticed often enough to have many people asking her. But not dream sex. And not in a club.

"Unless it's what?" She might have been new to the prison but she'd heard whispers already. Dinah wasn't about to suggest anything though. She wanted to hear it. It seemed stupid, and yet... yet this whole thing was fucked up.

"That's right. Fucking brilliant," she muttered. "Go on. They won't see you. Haven't you noticed that no one's looking our way?"