Felih is... dizzy, when he comes to. He's light-headed, and aware that he's lying on something cushioned... a bed? But he didn't remember getting to the inn...

It's when he tries to move that he realizes he's bound, and his eyes open as his hands jerk, suddenly alarmed and trying to free himself- but regardless of how he squirms and fusses, he can't free himself from the bindings on him.

"What... what is this?" he asks, finding himself completely bared and exposed. Every last inch of dark skin, the soft trails of red downy fur, the soft length of his barbed cock resting atop the plump and impressive swell of his balls, which in turn hides the sensitive folds between his legs. "Seven hells...!" he hisses quietly, looking around, tail lashing and bristling in his confusion as he looks about.

These machines- this table! Where is this...?