Who was that again?
Ginger women.
Any woman who had the misfortune of being a redhead suddenly lost all rights.
It didn't matter if they were a natural ginger still rocking the red, a ginger with dyed hair, or even a non-ginger who had dyed her hair red, they found themselves stripped of their rights, and most found themselves stripped of their clothes in short order.
For some reason only the Trapped women themselves were aware of what happened. Well, the Trapped women and I.
Out of nowhere I knew that a small subsection of women were nothing more than toys, and identifying some around me, I could tell that they knew it as well.
This was going to be fun.
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