The man nods decisively, and his companions pull out thick black bags. With your permission, the bags are placed over your heads and you find yourselves swathed in blackness and complete silence. Each of the men takes an arm to guide you down the stairs, and you are stuffed inside what must be a small, dusty wagon, and driven in bumpy, painful circles around the city for at least an hour before being dragged from the wagon, marched through streets or large hallways, and then stopped. The bags are removed and taken from the room, and you find yourselves in a nice club or private residence with carpeted floors, potted plants, slaves waving fans, and a giant, backlit screen along one wall. A shape, decidedly vague in outline, can be seen behind the screen, and a voice speaks.
“You’ve asked for me and now you have me. What do you wish to know?”