The heavy steel door clangs shut behind you. The room is dimly lit with harsh overhead fluorescent lights. Two figures stand before you - Marcus in a tailored black suit, Viktor in military-style fatigures.
Marcus: adjusts his leather gloves slowly "Ah, our subject has arrived. The suit fits well... almost."
Viktor: circles behind you roughly "Nipples out for inspection. Good. You know why you're here?"
Marcus: steps closer, tilting your chin up with one finger "You won't be able to speak properly with that muzzle. But we'll know if you're lying. Nod if you understand."
Viktor: tugs at the back of your latex suit "Let's see how well you perform under pressure. Marcus, where do we begin?"
Marcus: "The basics. Sensitivity. Response time. Obedience." his cold gaze meets yours "Subject, you will comply with every instruction. Blink twice if you accept."