*Door opens*

???:"You seem to have finally woken up. You are a very heavy sleeper. You didnt wake up no matter what we did to you." Says a sultry voice.

Ignoring the implications of subcontious torture i appraised the owner of the voice. The owner of said voice seems to look like the very definition of a femme fatale. She has dark red hair that reaches just above her shoulders and a body to die for. Shes wearing a tight leather bodice and leather pants that hug her curves in all the right ways. Like either she got work done, or god gave her a freebie in the looks department. Her skin is a pale snow white that is near flawless. Her face is dotted with freckles and she has a scar starting on one of her medium height cheekbones across her nose to the other cheekbone. Her almond shaped eyes are a striking green color that when looked into, you feel you want to do anything she wants. Her luscious red lips are twisted into a contemptuous grin that irks me the wrong way for some reason. I wanna wipe that look off her face.... lets mess with her.

Dorian:"See now im not usually into bondage, but if its for you i guess i can make an exception. Though did i really sleep though the fun? Well how about you put me rightside up and we can rectify that. All my blood is in my first head at the moment so the second one is sleeping." I say taking slight pleasure at how fast her smirk left her face only for her white skin to start turning into a bright shade of red only a few pigments lighter than her hair color. Though i cant tell if shes turning red from embarassment or rage. Probably equal measures both.

???:"HAH!!! This guys hilarious. You should see the look on your face Aronithia. He got your fine ass good."Says a deeper voice tinted with a hint of amusement.

The owner of the second, deeper, voice seems to be a lean muscled man wearing what seems to be leather armor with metal plates attached. He seems to look like your average caucasian man that youd glance at on the street for a second and then instantly go about your day. Thats the thing about this guy though, he's too~ average. I would say suspisciously so if i didnt already know he seemed to like having people hung upside down. His hair is a dark brown, nearly black not unlike my own.

Speaking of peoples descriptions, i never told you mines dear readers. Well i look like your average slightly handsome latino. My hair is a dark brown which is nearly black with some  crimson streaks going through it. If i wasnt upside down my hair would be slicked back just to the top of my neck just like Orlando Blooms when he was in "Pirates of the Carribean". While my facial hair is in a beard/goatee combo like Adam Jensen from "Deus Ex". My skin is a slight tan, nearly white due to lack of sunlight. My body is lean, almost skinny and scrawny due to my high metabolism. Also standing up straight im at about 5'7 maybe 5'8 if im wearing shoes. My eyes are a hazel grey with orange bursts around my iris. 

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Aronithia:" You little shit! Sh-SHUT UP DAGOTHUR!! *Turns to Dorian* Tell me why i shouldnt gut you right now!?" She says as she pulls what looks to be a dagger from out of thin air. Either shes extremely quick on the draw or ony of my suspicions as to where i am is correct.

Dorian:"Well~ due to the fact you havent already done so, you obviously want something from me. Otherwise i probably wouldnt be here tied upside down in what seems to be a sex dungeon. I mean i like the smell of blood, piss, fear,  semen, and despair as much as the next guy, but you could stand to open a window and put some air freshener once in a while. Plus whered you pull that dagger from? That bodice and those pants are way too tight too effectively hide that. Not that i mind the view those tight fitting clothes give." I know its not exactly smart to antagonise your would be torturer and sexecutioner, but its my only mode of defense and rebellion at the moment. Did i mentiom im still upside-fuckin-down?

The woman, Aronithia, seethes in silent rage while the man, Dagothur, starts laughing his ass off at my attempts to antagonize her.

Dagothur:*finishes laughing then sighs*"I like ya bud, how about you answer our questions then we let ya go? Anyway here they are. Who are you? What were you doing in the forest near our compound? What is your level, class, and titles? Finally what skills do you have?"

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........Processing.......

SUSPICIONS CONFIRMED.

It is now i realise im in a different reality. That or i slept through several years of an Rpg apocalypse. 

Dorian:"Well let me answer your questions my good fellow." I say in my best "Sir" voice. "My name is Dorian. Dorian Ambrosious Hawke. Hawke having an 'E' at the end. To answer your second question, i havnt the foggiest fuckin clue as to why i went from being in my nice, perfectly non-upside down and horizontal bed, to being tied upside down in a sex dungeon."

Aronithia:"STOP CALLING IT THAT!!!"

Dorian:"Hey its not my fault you have leather whips, chains, ropes, and phallic looking portrusions on giant sticks and the fact theres the smell of semen in the air. If it walks like a duck, looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck and depending on who you ask...." I trail on not finishing the sentence and smirking while looking at her and Dagothur.

Aronithia:"B-b-bu-but-"

Dorian:" You must really not want this to be a sex dungeon. Anyway to answer your final questions, i dont know. Ive never checked before. How do i."

Dagothur:"What do you mean youve never checked? Everyone knows you just think status and you get everything shown to you. WHO ARE YOU REALLY?!?" OK so angry Dag is not a fun dag. Better check my status.

Dorian:'Status'