You test the ropes

You believe that the man had to do this to keep his cover, and if he is trying to help you the ropes may be loosely tied. Initial attempts show that he tied you well, but you notice that you can create a good amount of slack if you relax your shoulders and push yourself into the mannequin. Bear hugging the mannequin inadvertently triggers the feeding message, This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. You sigh and continue to hug the thing, seeing how much room you can make. You need enough slack to get past the hips of this male mannequin and you barely manage it, sliding your way past the erect prick that triggers the messages. Aha! I think he is helping me out here. You can't help but let out a triumphant chuckle. Your wrists are still tied in some complex knots, but you take your time unraveling them before walking back to your bedroll.

You're surprised that no one sprang in to interrupt you, or punish you in some way. There are cameras everywhere, perhaps it just hasn't happened yet.