Prison is a hyper male dominated society. A man who will not stand up for himself is despised and will lose his status as a male. He will become a "sh...," and will be expected to act the female role 24/7. The new "woman" will be expected to perform all of the tasks normally assigned to females on the outside. If "she" is attractive and can pass as a real woman she will be viewed as a prize and inmates will fight to decide who will own her. "Women like this are almost exclusively owned by prison. I had seen her photos of course, but she looked so lovely in person. She was wearing a small, black, strappy top with centimeter-thick black straps, deep plunging neckline leaving half of her full breasts visible to the naked eye, the top not reaching too much lower than her breasts leaving half of her flat belly bare. Then there was the skirt, a dark blue, shining material skirt, tight enough to conform to her gorgeous curves and thin enough to wrinkle with every little movement of her lithe. I'll bet the scenery's fantastic!" exclaimed Ginny, standing on the jeep's fender for a better look. "I sure wish I'd brought my camera. I left in such a hurry this morning, I forgot all about it." Don't worry about getting pictures," said Flo. "We'll be up here plenty of times. It's one of the most beautiful picnic spots around. Sometimes on week-ends, half the village is up here." Oh, I don't think I'd like that," Ginny decided. "Too many people would just spoil it. I like it like. A hundred years past, it had been a pilgrimage house for the local monastery. That monastery was gone now, little more than a ghost haunted ruin lurking on a nearby hill, but the inn still stood and maintained a tradition of strong doors, good food and soft beds.The light above the door still burned and from inside my keen elf ears picked up the sound of laughter, drinking and song. Berk shoved the great slab of iron banded wood open and we moved inside.The door and common room were separated.