You know it’s dangerous and eldritch and horrifying and pernicious, but this rather than the usual horror tropes it’s apparent through clean industrial themes. You’re vulnerable and naked and escorted, handcuffed, through sterile white corridors by strong bodies in faceless MOPP suits, into a room that looks like the catching end of CERN, and just out of the corner of one eye you can see a triple-thick leaded-glass window full of technicians monitoring the situation. The only thing in the room is a plain dildo, and the machines.
You’re strapped to a chair, totally naked, while the technicians work around you. They don’t care about you; you’re just the experimental subject. They going to pump you full of something, and they’re taking every precaution possible not to get that something on their skin or in their lungs. It comes from tanks with scarily-high numbers in the NFPA 704 fire diamond, and the white “special hazards” quadrant says only ⚧
Something Energetic is going to happen here, something Powerful and Terrifying and no one here wants to be exposed to it.
They connect you to the dildo.