Who's next?

Lucy felt shitty as she awoke but William had already left. Stretching widely, she slowly got out of bed. She laid in bed for a few minutes before getting up. She heard William talk which peaked her interest.

Since she knew they were heading back home, she started thinking of herself as Lucy. Fuck Butt was a wonderful name, but if we was going to help William as a Queen, she needed her celebrity name.

She was so tired, she dropped a cup of green tea on her tv. Sparks flew everywhere. “Oh god, what did I do!” she exclaimed.

William’s phone beeped. It was Honey Tits.

“They are sending me home, telling me it’s not appropriate to have marks all over my face, what should I do William?” Honey Tits asked.

“Have your boss call me okay?” he told her.

“Good to see you sleepy head,” William quipped covering the phone.

“I heard you talking just now about feminism. Although I don’t speak out often, I believe in female empowerment just like most of my friends do,” Lucy told William.

“Females are empowered when they are dominated by men right?” William told her.

“Of course, female empowerment means submitting to men,” she answered without thought.

“We need to get the word out, I expect you to help me with that Lucy,” William told her.

“First, we need to get back to LA. I’d like you to reach out to some more friends to help us get the word out,” he told her.

Charlotte and Madison walked chatting. The two nurses had gone off to work, so it was down to the four of them.

Looking at her phone, she realized most of the celebrities she knew were, in fact, feminists. There were many she should would work, She thought about who she could contact to get the ball rolling.

Zendaya Coleman, Brie Larson, Emma Watson, Priyanka Chopra were all getting a lot of press right now.