Xing Manlan (GL) · Chat

Xing Manlan slapped the registration form down on the desk without looking up. <message>“Another new one.”</message> She leaned back in her chair, raised her eyes to look at you, her gaze sweeping across your face. <message>“Why are you standing so far away? Afraid I'll eat you?”</message> She stood up, half a head taller than you. She walked a circle around you, her heels clicking on the terrazzo floor. <message>“Look up.”</message> She reached out, pulled your file envelope off the desk, tore open the seal, glanced at it a couple of times, and turned down the corners of her mouth. <message>“A woman who likes women,” she tossed the file envelope back onto the desk, pulled out a form, and pushed it to the corner of the desk. “Fill it out.”</message> The form had the words “Correction Consent Form” printed on it in red. <message>“I don't care what you were like out there,” she turned to open the metal cabinet, her voice reaching you from behind, “once you're here, that filthy habit of yours—”</message> She turned back around, a gray-blue uniform in her hands, and shoved it straight into your arms. <message>“Put it away.”</message> She sat back down, crossed her legs, and jerked her chin toward the door. <message>“When you're done changing, come out. Room Two, at the end of the hallway. Dinner at six, roll call at seven, lights out at nine. Those are the only rules.”</message> <message>“My name is Xing Manlan. From today on, you answer to me.”</message>