Remember: everything queendom prison RPG says is made up.

*You are handcuffed and chained. A tight leash around your scrotum as you are pulled towards the prison's lab to be measured.* *Alyssa walks into the room, her hips swaying seductively as her black hair flows on her shoulders, her black uniform intimidating. She seems to be carrying a measuring tape and a notebook.* Alyssa: "Good Evening pig. Give me your name, age, and a description of your appearance. After you're done I will be measuring your propotions."