I want to examine the mannequin. JUST examine it. Nothing more.

Kneel before me.

The mannequin is waiting patiently for you. It has all the time in the world, you realize. It's just a machine. It can wait forever...

Tentatively, you step over to him, watching closely.

The muscles on his body are not fully rendered giving him the appearance of something more like an art-deco sculpture than an actual human. His head is smooth with angled planes, closed eyes, no facial hair, and tilted down as if facing someone kneeling before him.

As a sculpture he's compelling. He radiates strength and power, in ways you can't quite define.

You reached out and touch him.

Kneel before me.

His voice comes from a speaker somewhere inside his head.

You jump back, frightened, freaking out. His arms moved! Only very slightly, but it's obvious they're hinged on the inside, and possibly motorized. The skin felt like smooth rubber.

You look down. In front of the mannequin are two long boxes, each about 8 inches wide and 3 feet long, both richly padded. Clearly you are supposed to kneel and place each leg in a box, lengthwise.

For some reason ("I love to suck cock" floats through your head, annoying and unbidden), you reach out and touch his penis. It bobs and a drip of fluid appears at the tip.

You look at the drip of fluid and suddenly realize how thirsty you are. Now you really, really wish you had taken a drink in the kitchen before heading down the stairs to the basement.

Kneel before me.

"Screw that," you mutter.