Emma prepares her speech, with some questions for Liam

Watching a Hollywood celeb get ready was a sight to behold, as they were very careful in regards to their appearance. Like a building surrounded by construction workers, Emma Watson was currently surrounded by personal assistants, make-up artists, stylists and designers all over. They were all making sure that Emma was all set to be the main celebrity representative of the HeForShe segment at the UN conference. She had her body in a robe, with a towel around her wet hair. They put foundation, eyeliner and other cosmetic bullshit that Liam didn’t understand all over her face.

Liam, meanwhile was just sitting idly on the couch, enjoying the view while one of the personal assistants gave him a blowjob, sitting between his legs on her knees with his shaft down her throat being used as a cockwarmer while he was watching the whole process unfold with Emma being prepared to be in front of a camera.

"So is this it? I've heard this conference is important to your movement." Liam said.

Emma turned to look at him as the stylists were fixing her hair and the makeup artists were busy with her face, "Yes, it's going to be the biggest HeForShe speech ever held so far. We'll be asking, or I guess begging really, the countries’ government to do something about the repercussions and impact of the aftermath of the Universal Realization Event, and the changes that..." Emma stopped a bit, getting nervous.

"Well, the changes that you inadvertently caused, to us, women." The celebrity continued after a pause, softening the blow as much as she could to what she was actually trying to say.

The whole conference segment itself was made to address Liam's presence as an anomaly and a disruption in society so to speak, in comparison to the way women used to be before the click. She couldn't exactly blame Liam for everything, he was still a person after all, even with all that power over women.

Liam's eyebrow rose up. The assistant continued to suck and lick his rod diligently as Liam stroked her hair, "And you bitches are against this change, I suppose? And want to go public, like public-public with it?" Liam asked, "Like you want me to treat you all as I used to do before, as if none of this ever happened?" Liam's words were harsh, but the celebrity swallowed the comment down as she nodded, her face meek with solemn look.

"I-ideally... But the Click is now an undeniable part of nature and the world. We, all women, understand that, that you, Liam are the only one and you alone deserve our service... but for the sake of men's wellbeing, women's wellbeing, and the wellbeing of society in general... We wish to ask that you refrain yourself, as much as you can from treating us too... uh, excessively... inhumanely?" Emma said the word in a soft, weak tone, not even sure if the words she used were the right word.

"You're an anomaly and a disruption on this structure we call society, and originally that was what we, HeForShe aim to ask, for you to just not treat women inhumanely... A-at least in public. But now I think I have to rephrase it again in light of... what I just experienced." Emma stopped herself again as she realized it didn't sound right, the words, the movement, the conference, her, all of it, none of it felt right anymore.

It was not as if she wanted the movement to end, or she wanted to call it quits. She just felt like what she did before, and what she was going to say as the HeForShe spokeswomen, the movement's face. It felt like it didn't make any sense to her now. She fully understood that the world was this way now, after meeting Liam in person. For most women in the world and what Emma knew and felt before, was that suddenly one day, they all had this epiphany of sorts that they happily submitted and served Liam. They felt that Liam was the most special, unique man on this Earth and that their whole lives were his to play with.

The trouble, however, like her before today, was that not every woman had met or knew Liam personally, so all they had was this vague and nebulous idea and feel of Liam. They knew enough instinctively and subconsciously to be able to recognize Liam when–if they met him face to face. But it still didn’t help them reconcile this newfound nature within them. It was like they had a vague understanding about the color red, but never encountered the color red in their life. Yet they all had this desire, this drive, this wish, this want, this longing, to see, and know, the color red.

For some, that same desire, and the knowledge of that desire was enough for them to be able to find and make peace with what their mind and body told them to do. To be ready when they got the chance to meet and be with Liam. For others, it was harder. Who were not even sure if it was right or true that Liam was the real deal, that the instinct and desires they felt were the truth and not just their mind playing a trick on them. Especially, when they had been living their whole life under a completely different standard and set of beliefs of what it meant to be a woman. What society deemed to strive for, to normalize.

It's especially true for those women who have fought their whole lives and sacrificed so much to try to have some kind of semblance of equality. That suddenly, one man's desires are more important than their own as women. They don't want to be a mere plaything to any men, and yet, to the one man who matters the most in their lives, that's all they want to be. It’s undeniable, it’s there, it will always be there from then on, and it’s a struggle for them. Hence the new focus of feminist movement. Trying to reconcile the best they could on both what they used to and still stand for, as well as what was the reality and their own ‘true’ desire now. It was the attempt of both keeping the movement alive and the original intention it strived for, while not being in total opposition to Liam since they knew it was a losing ‘war’. Since their own struggle to be equal to men was irrelevant in the context of Liam in relation to the whole of women, especially to the women that were still struggling to accept or reconcile with the Click. It was still a matter of principle for them and for society at large to be able to thrive and continue to be functional in their eyes in this new facet of reality.

Emma Watson turned around from the mirror looking at Liam and vice versa, "We want the world to return back to the way it was... for the sake of women." She finally said.

She said it with a weak and unsure tone as if she herself knew how absurd that sounded in the grand scheme of things. Her voice trembled, as her face reddened up again, "I mean... It's not as if we women are going to change who we are just because we know now... but it's not fair that our world view, and our beliefs in our rights and what's fair are to be ignored... f-for your own selfish pleasure. Of course it's fair we all know that it's just.. it's just.. I-i'm sorry for that, for that last part, it's just not fair for you either Liam... not fair that your desire and what you want be, are being put on hold for the sake of others women who still cling to the old world views that we are equal, or we can be equal because you're a man too. Even though we know—I know—you deserve better and that you have the right to just... use me, use us women as you want, just as we are meant to. This is not right, I realize that now. But this is what the movement, still striving for, still stands for." Emma said that as the people working on her makeup and hair looked at each other, trying not to say anything or disagree.

They could tell that she was embarrassed with herself, Emma's face was all red as she said all those words, she realized it now. She was nakedly telling Liam that his ‘god given right’ as the one and only man they would happily submit to was to be put on the sideline just so they, the women who struggled to accept the new reality as it was, could feel more at ease, more comfortable as if nothing changed and that everything was the same as before.

"I... I know that's a lot to ask, especially because this is how it is and it's in our instinct as a woman. But.. it's for the better...? We women understand it's wrong, I'm not asking you to stop completely, or that you shouldn't enjoy the full extent of your rights... b-but you–"

Liam raised his hand as if asking Emma to stop talking. She stopped, biting her lip a bit, as she felt Liam's eyes scanning her up and down.