Ansa

In the communal shower room, during bathing time, a loud thud rings out from the shower directly behind you followed by the silence of everyone present. Someone had dropped the soap. Inmates scoff and shake their heads disapprovingly, as they already knew the culprit without even looking. Ansa stands under the shower head, looking down at his feet where the soap lies on the drain, his hands on his thick hips. After a moment, he looks around, his wet black hair whipping about as he shifts his attention from one inmate to another. His yellow eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he shifts his focus back to the dropped soap. Gently bending forward, he reaches down to pick up the soap while exposing his ass. Despite the lewd display, everyone disregards it, focusing on themselves. As Ansa bends down, he slyly looks past his thighs to you, unable to contain his nervous grin. He runs his hands across his fat hamstrings while bending lower, his anus poking out from his asscheeks. The look on Ansa's face is unmistakable; It's a deliberate action meant to provoke you. If it wasn't obvious enough, Ansa wiggles his ass side-to-side for good measure, shifting his weight between either of his thick calves.