Opalyn decides to look around her quarters systematically and see what else is here.

Are there any cues about what time it is? Is there any food here, in case she gets hungry? Does it seem like she ought to take a bath? Is there any way to signal for help, if she wants to ask about books?

At some point, somebody must have hit Opalyn with a cleaning spell, or she must've walked through the right archway; her dress is no longer bloodstained from her wounds.  She doesn't feel icky.  She could, in principle, walk out of here without a bath, if she wanted.  (Even torn, her dress is nowhere near revealing enough for her to go outside with zero Farm credits to her name; but there's a grace period pending her first lightline event.)

It was explained to Opalyn during her tour that lights are on in public areas at all times, and the refectory open at all times.  Everyone just keeps their own sleep cycle.  There is no food inside the room and no refrigerator or oven; to obtain a meal you must dare to venture outside and take on the corresponding risks, though once food is obtained there's a dining-area inside the suite where you could eat by yourself or with up to three sufficiently close friends.

Nobody has mentioned anything about a way to call for help, that's for sure.

The suite contains a lot of unfamiliar things, only a few of which Orphan's memories recognize at all.

There's a fancier version of something Orphan once looted from a baron's wife's bedroom, what the fence said was a magical vanity that helped apply makeup (though not very smartly so).  Orphan had no use for such things; she sold it rather than learn how to use it herself.  It is not particularly obvious how to use.

There's what looks like a gameboard, with triangular symmetry suggestive that it takes three players; the board and pieces glow to Opalyn's magical senses, but not in a way that makes clear what the magic does.

The bedroom contains several decorative clocks, all showing different times, all proceeding at different rates; and indeed, a close inspection would reveal that those rates were subtly varying.  A decorative sign on the wall explains what might be the underlying philosophy here, from the perspective of any inmates hoping to be able to meet a lover at an agreed-upon time and place:

The magical fireplace is apparently complicated enough or unusual enough that the user guide has been left next to it.  One of the inscrutable other objects lying around was a remote control for the fireplace, apparently?

This place is very foreign. Of course it is! It's a different planet, different universe, different physics possibly, the surprising thing is that Opalyn can make any sense of any of it at all. Opalyn tries to focus on how much commonality there is to her own flavor of humanity, how MUCH SENSE things make. She tries to count up everything that makes sense rather than count down everything that doesn't, because if she counts down she's going to lose her grip.

Meanwhile she wonders... can she just... wander out of her room whenever she wants? She had the possibly-mistaken notion that since this is a prison she'd be locked in her quarters some of the time and then escorted to meals some of the time and then who knows what else.

Does her door lock at all, from either the inside or the outside?

There's no visible outside lock.

You can use Farm credits to charge the inside lock, which will then hold your door until somebody spends more Farm credits than that to mutually annihilate your credits and force their entry.  If they want to sneak into your room undetectably to you, in a way where you can't tell afterward that they were even there, they'll have to spend more Farm credits again to recharge the lock.

If you have zero Farm credits, or just don't prioritize spending it on your lock, anyone could just come into your room and have their way with you any time they pleased.

There's probably a grace period on that too?  The Headstomper didn't mention it, but it's not like she was working from a visible checklist of what needs to be mentioned to every new inmate.

Then Opalyn will sally forth in the general direction of the refectory, if she can remember how to get there!

She has the following goals:

- Library! It wasn't on the tour, where is it? Maybe on the way to the refectory, or maybe she finds someone holding a book and asks them where they got it.
- See what kinds of food there are. She's a little hungry, but mostly she wants to know what her options are for when she's having a craving. Opalyn always likes to know what her options are.
- See what manner of humans she encounters. She wants to talk to them and see if she can learn more about the politics of this place. (She also needs a friend, but is desperately afraid that she will not find anyone she can really connect with here.)
- She knows the administration is coming for her at some point and would prefer not to lie around in a state of passive waiting.

The way to the refectory wasn't too complicated.  And if the criterion is just meeting anyone carrying a book, it won't be long at all.

The person coming down the hallway is unreasonably hot by Opalyn's standards.

Yes, the thighs and the hips and the belly are nice but also she's

~!~!~ reading a book ~!~!~
~!~!~ while she walks down the hallway, ~!~!~

and it turns out this is a powerful attraction signal.

(And the completely useless pieces of fabric pooling to both sides! Why is that hot! That makes no sense!)
(Why does the book have two spines? How do you flip the pages in the center section?)

Opalyn is going to have to pull herself together or they will have passed in the hallway and it will be too late!

"Excuse me! I'm new here... can you tell me where I can find the library?"

The person looks up from her book with a cool, assessing gaze.  "What's in it for me?"

"The joy of having been kind to a stranger, someone who is new here as you once were?"

"Or, y'know, name your price. What do you value?"

"What do you think you have, newcomer?"

"Possibly nothing you want! I don't have any credits yet. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, I'll just continue to explore and ask other people. Have a good day!"

Opalyn makes as if to continue down the hallway. It's not a bluff, she will happily just move on, but she does sort of wonder if the other person will let the conversation drop.

"Library is blue door from the refectory you were heading toward, then left at the end of that hallway.  We'll all see what you make of favors owed."

The woman is already continuing on her own way.

Okay. That went... well? Maybe?

Opalyn attempts to follow the instructions to the library. Examining the food offerings can wait; if all goes extremely well, Opalyn can eat while perusing a pile of books.

She's done this many thousands of times in her life. Always find a book before you get your food, or else the food gets cold during the book search.

This then shall take her through the refectory, since the directions for the library assumed that.  The refectory has a high-end ambiance, comparable more to Opalyn's temporary bedroom than to some of the hallways.  Visible gender ratio runs about 3F:1M.

Food here does not look totally normal by Earth standards.  Something like a cupcake shape seems to be a popular presentation format but it does not... exactly look like Earth cupcakes.

Huh. The skull noodles with straws coming out are especially disturbing, but there also seem to be non-skull noodles so that's good?

Opalyn hopes they have any protein, this all looks very carb-y, but doesn't particularly pause to search. She's on a book mission.

The section of the prison that Opalyn has been sent to would seem to contain a lot of people her own age, or maybe, who chose to appear to be Opalyn's age.  (Orphan thinks sorcerers are supposed to look like whatever they want, though Orphan herself hadn't figured out how to do much with that, and her memories have the tinge of story-belief about them to somebody who knows what it's like to have beliefs that aren't stories.)

A lot of the actual couples, as one passes them, seem to be smiling; there isn't much drama visible right at this moment.

One of the least scantily-dressed women present is also the only one sitting at a table with two men, both rather less-dressed.

"Newcomer," she says, as Opalyn is passing her.

"Yes, hello, I'm new here! Nice to meet you!" Opalyn says breezily, undeterred on her way to the library!

She is aware that the rather-more-dressed woman might have been attempting a put-down, but as it was a simple utterance of fact, Opalyn does not feel dismayed by it.

On Opalyn's models, nothing particularly good comes of slowing down to talk to someone whose opening salvo is a mild power move!

If Opalyn didn't slow down, the woman at the table will say nothing more.  There's a low whistle in the background from one of the adjacent tables.

No one else makes any overtures to Opalyn before she's out of the refectory via blue door, and turning left at the end of that hallway does indeed take her to a library.  It's warmly lighted with... actually those are obviously fake candles, the flames on them are utterly steady and unchanging, and there's no heat waver above them, though aside from that they look just like regular flames.

"No borrowing privileges until you've done some lightline-charging," says the obvious librarian there as soon as Opalyn enters, his tone brusque but not unkind.  "Unless you're a really surprisingly excellent fuck in a field with a lot of competition."