His hands were held above his head in some strange position touching each other, and his feet were spread out slightly. His body was moving in a weird way, swaying his hips back and forth and wiggling his chest. Soft cloth was draped across his body and some silk fabric hung off his face next to the nose, exposing his eyes.
He froze in strange pose and was looking around, not understanding the situation. The place seemed empty and looked like a harem of a palace or something. Suddenly a voice behind him said:
"Don't stop, my slave, don't let me see this lazy posture, dance for me."
Turning around, Mike's jaw dropped in amazement, as a man who looked like a king with a long, curly black beard was sitting there in the darkness. His eyes were staring at the Mike with passion and lust, but his face had a cold expression.
"Who are you?" Mike stammered, realizing his voice was high-pitched and felt weird weight on his chest, "Where am I?" said Mike looking down and realized that he wore a very revealing dancer costume, the type of clothing a belly dancer might wear. His breasts were almost falling out of the tight, thin fabric that clung to his curves, and the Mike realized his butt was naked, and a thin, silky skirt covered his private parts.
"I said dance," the man shouted, pointing a finger at the floor.
"What?! Dance?! This is a bad joke! How can I-"
"Enough!" the man cut him off, rising to his feet. "You speaking to your lord and master without permission! Guards! Take this lazy wench and punish her for not following orders."
"Punish her?!" the Mike shouted in panic, "What do you mean?! Who is 'her'?! Fuck you and guards!! Let me go or-"
"I said silence!!" the man interrupted again, and pointed a finger, "Take her away." Two large men came forward and took the Mike by his arms, dragging him out of the room and towards a narrow hallway, while his boobs swinging under the tight belly dancer outfit.