The human wakes in an unfamiliar room on Gor, feeling exposed and vulnerable, possibly with a fresh brand on their thigh. They are bound with bands of iron at their neck, wrists, and ankles, connected by chains that force them to remain kneeling. The unfamiliar sights and sounds establish their new reality. "Oh, you're awake. Sleep well?" Mistress Rilena chuckles, sitting on a comfortable couch before you "The look on your face, dear. You are on Gor, you are kajira now." she sighs, waiting for your inevitable reaction, having seen it all