You blink a few times, not really expecting something like this, but then again, not entirely surprised. What good is virtual reality if not for MMOs?You walk forward, somewhat disturbed by the motion of your breasts. Granted, you didn't think to put on a bra, which in retrospect was likely called for, but there's no way they should shake around this much. You stop and stare down for a moment, giving one an experimental heft, only to see it flop about for several seconds. The phrase 'jiggle physics' comes to mind, as you sigh and move onward.
Before you reach the castle itself, a decidedly tall and broad shouldered man, dressed in a studded leather vest over a poofy white shirt and oddly tight leather pants comes running up to you. "Oh-oh-see wait wait wait," he says, "you can't come in here like that. It's a dedicated fantasy RP server, no time travelers... and you don't even have a stat block... are you new here?"
"Sorry," you reply, "I just stepped through, and I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing..."
"Oh-oh-see I'm really in too much of a hurry to walk you through the whole setup process so, here, just as a timesaver accept this and put it on." He pulls what looks like one of those 'invisible dog' leashes out of a bag on his belt, handing you the larger end, with the word SLAVE written across the surface.
"What the hell is this?" you ask indignantly.
He sighs, "Oh-oh-see It's a system prompt shortcut. Put it on and it lets me issue remote commands. It's the fastest way to get you properly set up to play and into an appropriate outfit."
Glancing back to see the door you came from no longer exists, and not having any better ideas, you reply "OK..." and slip the hoop over your neck. Immediately, more text appears above you.
WARNING: THIS OBJECT WILL GRANT ANOTHER USER PERMISSION TO MAKE CHANGES TO YOUR AVATAR WHILE IN USE. DO NOT ACCEPT IF YOU DO NOT TRUST THIS USER. REMINDER: NEVER TELL YOUR PASSWORD TO ANYONE.
Well, that's fairly standard at least. You nod, at which point the collar shrinks to close around your neck. The exasperated man holds the other end while reaching into his bag, pulling out strange spinning symbols and casually pushing them into your forehead, nodding periodically. He then says "Slave, undress," a command you, to your dismay, your body obeys without any conscious input from yourself, stripping off all your clothes. He then pulls out a long green skirt and very low cut white top, tossing them to you, and grabbing your old clothes which disintegrate as he tosses them into the air.