It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment.

It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax.

You're dressed in normal attire, a cute outfit but nothing that would turn heads. You caught a few glances as you made your way through town but nothing you'd consider lurid.

You turn another corner, but this time, hear a rustling in the bushes.

Against better wisdom, your curiosity wins out and you peek into the bush to investigate the noise.

Out from the bush pops a teal coloured TV screen. From it's bottom stems a thin, metallic tube like neck, not unlike a hose.

Before you can so much as let out a squeak of surprise, the screen fills up with a spinning spiral pattern and your eyes become locked to its center. It squawks out some bizarre, alien sounding gibberish, but in spite of not knowing these words, their meaning resonates in your mind...

"Relax... sleeeep....."

When you come to, your surroundings are utterly unfamiliar. A slight chill brazes a bare spot on your back, and you realize your clothes have been changed as well. With a gasp, you rise to your feet and take it all in.

You're in a massive teal coloured chamber. Before you, there's an opening with words written in an unfamiliar font, but you somehow know them to mean "ENTER." You stare down at yourself and gasp. You find yourself with your hair tied back into a neat ponytail, and even more alarming, all of your normal clothing have disappeared. Your body is mostly bare. You feel a tightness around your chest and look to see what you are wearing. You gingerly brush your hands across your chest and feel the smoothness of its fabric with your fingers. It appears you are in some sort of black, latex-y sports bra, and your bottom is covered by matching pair of black, latex boy shorts. Upon your feet, you stand comfortably in a pair of black ballet-flats, all of which, you're relieved is more or less comfortable, and wont restrict your movement.

From one of the walls, a small port hole opens and a tubed TV monitor emerges, refreshing your memory of the one which startled you in the bush earlier.

"Welcome to the Grand Maze!" it spurtles out in its alien gibberish. By now, you're used to your brain understanding this bizarre language, and you decide there are more pressing questions to ask...

Before you can voice them though, the seemingly alien TV anticipates your confusion.

"Allow me to explain! You have been selected to be enslaved by a great and powerful conglomerate of extra-terrestial Masters! I know, bummer right? But there's good news!

Your fate is all your own! Per interstellar law, you will be allowed to brave the Grand Maze, and if you make your way out, you will earn your freedom, and be released back into your native world!

More likely, however, you will not escape. Sorry! Just being realistic with you here... each room of the Grand Maze contains a series of traps, puzzles, curiosities, and temptations! Per our laws, you will not be simply made into a brainwashed servant for some bizarre alien creature... although let's not rule anything out! The type of slave you will become for us will be determined by which of the rooms and traps you fall prey to... all of which will be broadcast on Interstellar TV of course! It's going to be so entertaining... I wonder what type of slave you'll be? Betting odds has you succumbing to one of the animal traps... do you like petplay!? Or maybe the French-Maid quarter will get you... hey, maybe we'll have to pay out a risky bet and one of the more obscure fetish-chambers will do you in... oh, how I envy you! So much possibility ahead of you... the world is truly your oyster!"

Condescension drips from the voice of the foul machine, but it hovers just out of range of either of your fists. There's little you can do other than listen to it prattle on and tease you.

"Well then, step on ahead into the Maze! Wonder, glory, and almost-assured servitude awaits you my dear! Good luck..."

The sneer in the machine's voice echoes in your ears as it rescinds back into the wall. The entrance before you lights up and the floor beneath your feet slides forward, forming a makeshift conveyor belt and leading you towards the first step of your fate...