Yeah, not so much

You grab Wonder Woman by her upraised arms and spin her around to face you. Despite being tied, topless, and hanging from the ceiling, she somehow manages to exude confidence and sincerity. You scrunch up your face, as if actually thinking it over. “Well that is quite reasonable of you. There’s just one part I’m struggling with…”

She cuts you off, “I am willing to swear on the lasso, as the medic did, to take no action against you.”

You look over at the handcuffed cop sleeping on the couch. “Generous, but that’s not the part I’m struggling with.”

“I can resolve things with the police…”

You roll your eyes, “Oh no, not the cops! I am SO worried about them!” your voice full of sarcasm.

“Then what?” she asks, her best diplomat expression on her face.

“Not what but…WHY?” you laugh out loud. “I have two beautiful women completely at my mercy, one of them a literal goddess. Why on earth would I let them go before I’m done with them? I mean you’re not even naked yet!”

The Amazon gives you a contemptuous sneer. “You truly are as vile as I thought!”

“Oh baby I promise you have no idea.” You reach out to touch her cheek but she pulls her head away.

“Men!” she mutters under her breath. “Fine then. Since appeals to decency won’t move you, I’ll offer you something else. Me. Let the officer go and I will stay and agree to whatever you wish. I won’t hurt anyone or break the law, but otherwise I’ll submit to your…whims.” Her tone makes the last word a profanity.