Keep playing the part.

You don the gloves and fasten the whip to your belt, then sit back down on the operating table. After a few more minutes, the door slides open and there, standing in ankle-deep fog, is the nurse, or at least the person you assume the nurse to be. She’s a little taller than you would be if you weren’t wearing these insane heels, but she’s a little less well-endowed. You maintain eye contact for a full four seconds, before her eyes start to wander, examining your too-pale skin, watching your joints move, making sure everything is proportional. “My eyes are up here,” you joke. She seems startled, as if she really was checking you out, then she walks up to you and says, “may I?” while gesturing at the table. Without waiting for a response, she hops up onto the table next to you and scooches herself back a few more inches. “Well, Mia,” she begins, “you may be wondering where you are, and why. To which I’m sorry but I’m not allowed to respond. However, I am here to tell you that this is, in fact, the real world, secondly, the last 20 years of your life have been a simulation on our laboratory supercomputer. We carefully tweaked your environment so that you grew into the exact personality type we needed for your rather lucrative job offer. Either I remove your memory chip, and plug you into our computer again, erasing your memory of the real world entirely; or you choose to stay, and be our assistant. You see, we run a kind of resort, where any person who wants to can come in, order an Android, and have a partner for a night. The thing is, our brand new AI tend to be a little bit rebellious, sometimes even attempting to harm the guests. If you hadn’t already guessed, we need you as a dominatrix. You are to take a misbehaving Android, and sexually dominate them until they’re ready to behave again.”

“First of all,” you retort, “what makes you think you can trust me? How do you know I’m not just gonna tell them about your whole plan, and escape?”

The nurse smiles upon hearing this, and fishes a small, black remote from her rather revealing outfit. You wonder where she could’ve retrieved it fron, since her outfit is mostly skintight, but she cuts off this train of thought by pressing one of the buttons on the controller. You feel your body seize up, your joints locking in place. “As you can see, I would have no problem stopping you if I wanted to, and as for what your punishment would be for misbehaving,” she stands up, and you try to follow her with your eyes, only to find they’re locked in place, too. A few seconds go by before you hear a strange, pneumatic hissing sound coming from behind you. The Nurse enters your field of view yet again, this time armed with a large gun, which your internal database informs you is a 40mm grenade launcher. She puts her thumb and forefinger to your chin, and pulls downward on your jaw. To your surprise, it moves with no resistance. She calmly inserts the barrel of the intimidating weapon into your mouth, “just because you can’t technically die, doesn’t mean I can’t dismantle you as violently as i want to and leave you a pile of scrap for the next year and a half. I hope I've made myself clear." She again reveals something from the depths of her suit, this time, it's a silk choker with a silver heart jn the center. She fastens it around your neck, "not that I would want to, I've been watching you grow up your whole life, and i guess you could say I've gotten a bit attached. That being said, just don't make me do anything i'll regret." She removes the barrel from your mouth, and presses the remote again. Suddenly your body is your own again. You gasp for breath, an instinctive motion, and look at the Nurse like a sad puppy. “Point taken?” she asks. “Yeah,” you reply.