The man reports your capture.

Your senses may have returned, but everything you can see and feel, and the hazy memories of the sequence of events that built up to this, insist that you are still in some kind of messed-up erotic dream. You might not have the greatest capacity for drinking ****, but there is no way a single can of beer could have made you passed out drunk. All you need to do is pinch yourself, and you will snap awake. You convince yourself, and you will be simply lying on the bed, having fallen asleep from the exhaustion of being on the road and homeless these last few days. That turns out to be easier thought than accomplished. The harness you are cinched into has your hands out to the sides, and just above your head. Though you pull and twist, the limited range of movement will not allow your fingers to reach any other part of your body. You start to panic and thrash around wildly, twisting your body and kicking with your legs as well as pulling with your arms. This must be a bizarre lucid dream, as your suspended body bucks and twists, you can feel the weight of breasts swinging and soft, long hair whipping your back and shoulders.

"Frau Doktor?" You hear the male voice ask, no longer quite as theatrically gruff as before. "We have an incident...an intruder entered the Robinson residence...No, they are contained, but they drank a can of the brew before I was able to restrain them...Yes, it was a man and, yes, the brew has already taken effect...OK, I will monitor until you arrive."

You twist your head to look at the source of the voice. It is the security guard from the gatehouse. Though you could only hear one side of the conversation, you could understand enough to know that your break-in had been reported, and someone else was on their way here.

"What the fuck was that drink, dude? LSD, peyote or some shit?" You shout in panic, your voice sounding high-pitched and hysterically feminine. "I'm tripping balls, like totally fucked up. You wouldn't even believe the shit I'm seeing and feeling right now."

"Really? Let me guess," There is very obvious amusement in the man's voice as he answers you. "You had a drink that you stole from the refrigerator, and felt really wasted. Your body felt like liquid shifting. Then I came in and stripped all your clothes off, and you saw yourself as a girl before you got restrained, and now you are dangling naked a couple of feet above a bed?"

How could anyone else know the fucked up hallucination you must be in right now? Or is the man part of that hallucination and only exists inside your head?