Only that you're beneath them, and that's there you'll stay.

No later than the very same instant that you come to your decision, you sense an insistent and strange **** tugging you in an unfamiliar direction, accompanied by an inexplicably specific feeling that your entire causal chain was just flipped inside-out.

There's a flash of light and a puff of musky-smelling smoke. When your senses of balance and direction find grounding again, you realise that you have materialised laying down in some kind of underground cave, lit by unnaturally-white flames floating above the moist tips of rising stalagmites and beneath the dripping lengths of hanging stalactites.

As your eyes become accustomed to the low levels of light, you realise you are not alone. You catch the occasional glimmer of reptilian eyes in the shadowy spaces surrounding you, accompanied by curious scampering or a momentary glimpse of diminutive scaled figures. On what appears to be a throne of some kind at one end of the room is a ceremonially-garbed kobold who makes no attempt to conceal himself from you.

When you roll onto your knees and elbows in an attempt to stand up, you realise that you have somehow been stripped and restrained. Fine, barely-visible threads that bring no discomfort as you squirm against them, yet seem entirely resilient to your attempts to snap them, bind your knees and forearms - making this the highest that your prone and exposed body can manoeuvre on the unsteady and slick rock surface.

With your unguarded ass, carefully-shaved balls, and let's-say-just-about-average prick, all now effectively on show for the appraisal of any of your unseen voyeurs in the darkness, you notice for the first time that all the rock formations you had originally thought of as natural stalagmites and stalactites have in fact been cast (whether by natural, kobold-made, or supernatural means, you do not know) in the likenesses of a great number of luridly-enormous erect draconic phalluses, of various shapes and descriptions.

A brief peak in the levels of illumination in the cave momentarily draw your attention to the stone surface behind the elevated throne ahead of you. You see that this wall is smoother and more regular than the others, with strange glyphs and symbols of distinctly different scripts and syntax, one of which you assume must be Draconic. Given central prominence is an ancient-looking cave painting of what you assume must be whatever is akin to this tribe's patron god - it appears to be a hyper-virile multi-phallused dragon imbued with great power and wealth, and possessing many eyes and tongues.

To your momentary astonishment, you realise that key phrase reverently inscribed beneath this sacred depiction is actually in English. You squint in the gloom to make out what the letters spell, and to your... Well, you're not exactly sure how to feel about it, really, but there it is, anyhow.

"Studs 'R' Us".