Hell no. But Felicia has an idea...

Aside from an assortment of groans and face-palms, the sisters didn't bother to respond. They left the scene and returned home, ignoring the various jeers and catcalls from the horny bros.

They returned home and spent the rest of the day pleasantly sunning themselves. The margaritas flowed freely.

At some point in the early evening Felicia emerged from her room wearing what appeared to be a cape. In one hand she held a marker, in the other what appeared to be a strap-on dildo. "I've got it. What is the one thing that alpha males hate more than anything else? Losing their territory. And I intend to liberate their conquests. With this:" She held up the strap-on. "Then I'll cross out the 'DKM' marking with this:" She gestured with her marker "and write 'Free', so everyone will know that they are, you know, liberated.'

"Felicia. You aren't a lesbian" pointed out Lisa.

"Shush. I'm on vacation" retorted Felicia.

"And how much have you had to drink?" asked Sarah.

"In vino veritas, my dear sister. Oh, and the cape also has nothing to do with the margaritas. It means I am a superheroine."

Beth sighed. "I know I should stop you from doing this, but I also want to make fun of your forever for it. Good luck, sweet princess."

"Masked Liberatrix, away!" cried Felicia as she strode off into the night.

"But she doesn't have a mask..." murmured Beth.