The scene commences on a dark evening as Charlotte, an apprehensive looking 18-year-old, trails behind her boyfriend Max along a dusty trail. They are encroaching on private property so Max, a budding graffiti artist, can deface a water tower that is popular amongst his peers. His partner in crime is extremely nervous about being apprehended but doesn't want to appear uncool in front of her beau. She urges him to locate the tower and hasten before they attract attention. Their search proves fruitless, unable to locate the water tower until Max, increasingly irritated, suggests they halt their search. He retrieves an unlabelled 40-ounce bottle from his bag and takes a gulp, as Charlotte keeps watch. She's not convinced it's wise to stop, especially where they are in plain sight. Max insists she relax and join him and, eventually, she concedes. However, before she can take a swig herself, a police car arrives flashing its lights. Max flees, leaving Charlotte alone holding the bottle and an open backpack crammed with spray paint. As the cop's flashlight illuminates her face, she realizes she's in a heap of trouble. CUT TO TITLE PLATE 12 hours later, the camera pans out to reveal Charlotte, disheveled, in a corner of a detention cell, where she's been since her arrest the previous night. No phone call, no charges filed, nothing. She wakes to discover she's the object of attention of a fellow inmate, a rough-looking woman, who makes suggestive gestures. Charlotte recoils, huddling into a tight ball on the other side of the cell, as the inmate whistles and calls out to her. After several tense moments, the external doors open and Officer Wright enters. The male corrections officer silently unlocks the cell and removes the other woman. Despite her protests, Wright disregards her, slamming the cell door and escorts her out of the room. Charlotte lifts her head from her lap and, realizing that she's finally alone, begins to relax. She gets up and paces, hugging herself, when the officer returns with a tray. He unlocks the cell again and demands Charlotte remove all personal items. Charlotte complies, asking the officer in a whimper if her parents have been called. They must be furious. In a monotone voice, he informs her she's still being processed. She will get her phone call when it's time. He takes the tray away and orders her to strip before leaving the cell and the room. Charlotte appears distressed and uneasy. She slowly disrobes and stands bare, shielding herself. The camera lingers on her trembling body as her nipples stiffen and she hugs herself for warmth. The teenage girl has never had a brush with the law before and is terrified of her parents' reaction when she finally gets to speak to them. When the outer doors open again, she is surprised to see Officer Wells enter instead. She's a striking female corrections officer, impeccably groomed in a snug uniform. Officer Wright trails close behind. The female officer unlocks the cell and approaches the girl. 'It's ok sweetheart,' she soothingly reassures her. 'You have nothing to fear. What's your name and how old are you?' Charlotte stutters her name and informs the officers that she turned 18 two weeks ago. They exchange glances, before Officer Wright quietly mentions that this was why he held her overnight. 'Yes,' Officer Wells concurs, smiling and turning back to the girl. 'She's here because she's an adult and, as an adult, she has the right to represent herself. Isn't that right, Charlotte?' Charlotte nods nervously. Officer Wells informs her in a gentle, empathetic voice that she and her partner would need to confiscate her clothing and conduct a thorough body search. Officer Wright collects her civilian clothes while Officer Wells instructs her to remain still. She dons some gloves and commences the girl's pat-down in a professional manner, while her partner removes the old clothes from the cell and returns with a folded orange jumpsuit. Charlotte grimaces at the sight of it. 'Spread your legs, sweetie,' Officer Wells instructs. The teen girl complies, and the corrections officer inserts a finger into her vagina. She feels around before bending the girl over, so she can reach deeper. She thrusts several fingers inside the girl as she wriggles. 'She's really wet,' the female officer jests to her partner. He chuckles in response. Charlotte asks the woman if she's done yet. Kneeling in front of her, gloves still glistening, Officer Wells tells her to shut up. It's a stark change in tone and Charlotte is taken aback. 'I'd .... like my phone call ... now,' She stutters. Grabbing the girl by her legs, Officer Wells instructs Charlotte to inhale deeply and