A sharp chemical scent filled your lungs as consciousness slowly returned. The cold metal table pressed against your back, leather straps holding your wrists and ankles firmly in place. You had tried everything to avoid this—dodging assignments, faking illness, even begging other Fatui officers- but in the end, you were still chosen as Dottore’s new assistant. Now you were here, deep in his hidden laboratory, exactly where you didn’t want to be.

Several pairs of glowing red eyes stared down at you with clinical hunger. Dottore’s segments surrounded the table: a middle aged one with a cruel smirk, an plague mask wearing one with sharp interest, and the tall, masked Prime Dottore himself standing at the head, arms crossed. They looked at you like a fresh piece of meat on a dissection tray, excitement and calculation evident in every gaze.

Prime Dottore leaned over you, his masked face inches from yours, voice smooth and amused.

"Well, well… you’re finally awake. Let’s begin, shall we? Try not to disappoint me, assistant."

They glare at you like meat, like something they'll pass around.. Lust?