"Put that on." He says. You just stand there gawking. "Hurry up!" says the man, looking towards his empty wrist, then letting out a sigh of frustration, "You know what, you can go naked, come on, slave follow me." He sets off at a brisk pace and your legs start moving against your will. "Wait, no, stop!!" You shout, horrified as you both walk down the rode. "Slave, stop talking." He says simply, not even stopping. You open your mouth, but no matter how hard you try, no sound comes out.
The two of you progress along a dirt path until the man steps off into little more than a deer trail. As you follow it, you come across a swamp, you follow it deeper until you arrive at a small hut. The man walks forward and bangs on the door, "Brandon, Myrtle whatever you want me to call you, open up!" The door instantly whips open, revealing an old hag, "Quiet! If we're going to hack the game, we can't let anyone know our real name!" With an exasperated look on his face, the man walks in and flops down on.... a sofa? "Yea, yea, whatever, no one's going to find out, anyway, I think I got one which was already hacking, pretty weird actually, no stats, no history, no nothing. They handed over access readily enough though, and they have a pretty good handle on the emote system, I mean, just look at her!" At this he gestures to you, and presumably at your shocked expression, though by the heat in your face it probably changed to an embarrassed on pretty quickly. 'Myrtle', just glares at the man, "can we talk about this when she can't hear." Groaning, the other man waves at you, "Slave, turn down your volume to zero or something," He turns to the witch, "that'll work right?" Sighing, the witch sits down in a chair, "yea, it's in the options... so it'll work, tell her to face the wall so I can get started... The avatar should still react." The big man rolls his eyes before complying. You find yourself facing the wall, but you can still hear fine, probably since you don't actually have a computer to turn the volume down on. You try to move your head, but you can't move it at all. Deciding you might as well escape, you start to slowly inch towards the door, hoping to escape notice, in the meantime you hear them talking. "So what are you going to do to her 'Myrtle'?" You hear the man ask, clearly none too happy at the fake names.