What's Wrong with this Place?

Something is definitely off. Not only does your uniform feel tighter, but it's tugging at your crotch in a weird way as you walk. Also, when did everyone start wearing golden sashes and daggers at their waists, and when did the women start wearing two-piece uniforms? You're halfway to the training area before you realize you're wearing a dagger too. What the hell is going on here?

The doors to the training area whoosh open as you approach, but the area inside is dimly lit. Cautiously, you step inside. What's wrong with this place, you ask yourself as you look around disbelievingly. The whole place looks like a medieval dungeon. The sparring mats and phaser targets have been replaced with pillories, crosses, and some very uncomfortable-looking furniture. The rack of training phasers and sparring weapons is now filled with whips, floggers, paddles, crops, and all sorts of other implements of pain and ****. Slowly, you start to back out of the room, but you are stopped by the sound of a familiar voice whispering to you.

"John, what are you doing?" It's your roommate. Walking towards the sound of his voice, you see him more clearly now through the shadows. He's kneeling on a cushion and completely naked except for a chain-link collar and... is that a cock cage?

"What the fuck is going on here?" you ask him.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Just hurry up and take your place. She'll be here any minute!" he whispers. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see he's not alone. There are several other security crewmen there with him, all naked, collared, and kneeling on cushions arranged in a grid. There's an empty cushion next to your roommate.

Your mind reels. This is crazy! You have to be dreaming. In a moment of desperation, you hit your hand against something sharp on the weapons rack. Ow! Definitely not dreaming, you realize. You want to run, but where would you go? Wouldn't it be smarter to strip and take your place on the cushion with everyone else?