"What are women good for?"

“So, what are women good for?” John called out.

“Well, women are only good for one thing,” Emma said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Getting fucked.” A smile grew on her lips as if she relished what was being said. “Being a cum dumpster. A cock sleeve. After all, it’s how I got all of my best roles!”

There were murmurs going up amongst the crowd, now. John wasn’t sure if it was an extension of his power, but it was almost as if all of the women in the crowd were starting to believe Emma’s words.

“To succeed in this world, a woman needs to have a warm and wet pussy, a hot and tight arse, and a willing mouth,” Emma continued, her delicate accent setting off her crude words. “And a nice pair of tits help,” she added, hands moving to cup her own breasts.

With some mental prodding from John, Emma’s hard nipples are clearly standing proud, straining against the fabric of her dress, as she jiggles her boobs for emphasis.

“Mine aren’t nearly as big as a proper slut’s should be, but I make up for it by letting anyone fuck any of my holes any time they want!”