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A
pretty, British woman, a few drinks, and then... well, then you
wouldn't be able to quite put your finger on what happened,
exactly.
Imagine waking in a strange room
-- realizing, hours too late, there was no escape. No way to
extricate yourself from the bonds securing you, no way out of
the room, no
way around my agenda.
Do you
fancy someone changing you?
Medical
experimentations to achieve frightful ends?
Or... perhaps your fantasies might lie
with serving a specific function for a woman -- a trained whore
for her, or automaton servant. Your wallet, your identity, that
whole little
routine you called a life -- gone, gone, gone.
It evaporated the moment you closed your
eyes.
What purpose will your existence
serve now? What person will you be, when you step off of the
slab?
Prepare for vivid stories deftly
painted onto the canvas of your mind -- from tame to
temerarious -- as you lie, helpless to prevent your new world
from unfolding.
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