>>16917780Butlers and maids immediately come to the woman's aide. All at the same time, the men and women measure everything from your shoe size to your dick size. Also including but not limited your shirt size, pant size, exact shade of black that your hair is, and approximately how long a tie of decent caliber would need to be in order for to look presentable.
Once these measurements are required, each butler and maid gently pats your tush as they retreat to the wardrobe to get the proper attire for....whatever they're going to make you do.
Without explanation, two butlers suddenly grab your shoulders and escort you into the wardrobe. Confused and quite scared, you look over to the woman, "U-Uh m'am, p-please, I'm in a rush, I need to go get a gift for my--CALL THE POLICE CALL THE POLICE I COMMITTED MURDER, COME ON, SEND ME THE PRISON!"
The woman laughs your nervousness off as a gag, "Oh pish-posh! You'll be fine, Duke #2! You're just the kind of person we need for tonight! A true miracle indeed--like an angel that descended from the heavens! We'll see you when we see you!"
The doors close.
And the men and women of high-established society begin working on you like Frankenstein.
