You feel like you've been rode hard and hung up wet. You must have taken over a body that had been up for three days fuckin. You feel kinda stoned to, off some strange mean edged substance you've never tryed before in your former life. Many hours later sandals kick you back awake. You are completly disoriented, you expected to wake up in bed like normal, not a alternative version of ancient rome. The sandals continue to prode you and you get up shielding your genitals with your hands. There before stands a mighty looking roman soildier in expensive armor and a brilliantly plumed helmet.