“I want a dream where I'm used in public”

He nods in understanding. Beckoning you with a backwards look, he leads you through a dark doorway to a dimly lit resting chamber. In the centre is a long, velvet cushion, placed between scented candles, and draped with decorations. There's a faint sound like music permeating the space—a subtle woodwind if you have to guess.

“Lie down, please,” he says, reassuringly.

Once you’re settled, he leans over you and places two cool fingers on your forehead.

“Close your eyes.”

You do just that. And with the general ambience, it doesn't take long to drift into slumber. When you wake, it's in another world. You're in the middle of the Main Street. It's broad daylight, and you're completely naked. What's more, your hands and head is affixed to a pillory, making it impossible to move.

Hands reach out from the crowds. Fingers trace and grope your ass and breasts. The whole world—or at least, what feels like it is watching.

The dream has begun.