It’s the ancient world. You have been purchased off the slaver’s auction block by Medusa herself. She’s going to make you a statue. Some of her other slaves bathe and groom you and then take you to her. She’s wearing special glasses and will remove them when she petrifies you. There’s a plinth in the middle of an otherwise bare room on which she commands you to stand. There’s no escape but Medusa is not unkind. Before she has you pose, she will hear a modest last request from you. Sex is not on, nor is anything involving mirrors. If you anger or try to hurt her, her hair-snakes will bite you and you will suffer a prolonged and agonizing death.
I would like a partnership, so my heirs can enjoy the royalties from the Medusa brand cement, a product of Sandusky Portland Cement Company, ticker symbol MSA.
I would like to gaze upon your unclothed body, so that when you remove your glasses the joy in my transformed face will show a reflection of your true beauty.
Yeah, but it’s not like anything else is going to help me. Even if she kills me painfully for making the attempt, at least I will have screwed up her statue.