New prisoner, a fresh-faced innocent, is ushered into the stark, fluorescent-lit intake room. The corrections officer, a stern woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, begins the pat-down. Her hands linger on the inmate's curves, fingers tracing the edge of her breasts, the swell of her hips. She guides the inmate's hands to her own body, teaching her to frisk herself, to feel the heat building between her legs. The officer's fingers brush against the inmate's pussy, making her gasp. "This is just the beginning," the officer whispers, leaving the inmate to her thoughts and hormones.