A romantic gift

As you hurry down the streets towards the building where Wonder Woman told you to meet her, you wonder what surprise she could possibly have in mind. Something magical, maybe? She is princess of a land that has a lot of magic. You pass several women on your way, but they pay you no special attention. This makes sense, as each is alone. It had taken you, in retrospect, longer than it should have to figure out the nature of your power. At first you'd assumed that it was a simple ability to cause lust in women, and it took a while before you realized the nature of it and that it only worked on women in groups. You are still wrestling with what exactly counts as a "group," but it seems to require at a minimum that they know each other. Several women who just happen to be standing near each other, as some of these women are, don't count.

You reach your destination and look it over. It's an old-fashioned building, even for Gotham. Lots of thick brickwork and small windows. It's rather ominous, in fact, and you consider leaving, but remind yourself that running would be pointless; if Wonder Woman is really after you there's not a single thing that you can realistically do to escape her. You take a deep breath and push the buzzer.

The door springs open immediately, as if Wonder Woman was standing right inside waiting for your buzz. "C'mon, you'll love this," she urges you.

Stepping inside you see a vast empty space -- whatever this building is, it hasn't been occupied for some time. In the middle is a single table and chair, looking awkward and out of place. Sitting in the chair and looking just as awkward and out of place is a young (at a guess, around twenty), somewhat chubby woman in a halter top and jeans. She has stringy red hair and thick-rimmed black glasses. Your eyes drift downward briefly to note her enormous chest, which puts even Power Girl's to shame. You quickly look away. "What's this about?" you ask.

"Yeah, what's this about?" echoes the strange woman. "You still haven't told me why it's so important that I meet this guy."

"John, this is Amanda," explains Wonder Woman. "I met her a few days ago when I was giving a speech at a nearby college. You know, empowering women and all that. She was with the campus feminist group." Suddenly, she takes Amanda by the shoulders. In a blur too fast to follow, Amanda is lifted into the air and slammed down onto the table, where she emits a cry of mingled shock and pain. "I know how you feel about feminists, so I thought you'd like to **** her," Wonder Woman says.

"What?" you ask blankly.

"What!?" screeches Amanda. "Are you insane!" It is, you note to yourself, a valid question. "I'll get you both thrown in prison!"

"Oh no you won't," says Wonder Woman. "I've thought this through. You'll never be able to get justice -- I'm a famous superhero and a feminist icon, and if I testify that this was consensual, or even that you **** him, I'll be believed. You try going to the police and you'll be the one who goes to prison. I chose this building because of the soundproofing, so no one will hear you." She grins at you. "It's not just her. I can get you an endless series of victims. And this is a gift that no one else could get for you."

You take a moment to absorb this. It is oddly touching. By betraying her most basic moral principles like this, she has degraded herself far more effectively than you could ever **** her.

You consider the offer. Despite what Wonder Woman has said, there are a lot of things that could go wrong, a lot of ways you could end up in prison over this. Should I take her up on it?