Play to her convictions.

After checking with Djal if your time-stop thing has encompassed the entire world, you leave the Parliament building. Hunting around in the nearby area, you manage to find a handful of weak-willed men that you can easily corrupt and, getting some practice in, rip their souls out and have them follow you.

When you get back to the Prime Minister's office, you see Djal lounging in her seat, feet kicked up on the desk, lighting up an official document, the smoke coming out of his horns. Nika's soul is in the middle of the room, standing stock-still in the same state you left her. "Prime Minister, you consider yourself a servant of the people don't you?" you start, walking up to her with your entourage spreading out behind you. Silently taking in the faces and growing erections surrounding her, she nods. "Well, your people are in need of your service, Prime Minister. Won't you give them your support?" Nika's soul swallows loudly and nods slowly. But, a couple of the men step forwards at the same time, and an argument breaks out among them, as to who gets to go first.

Stepping into the middle of them, Nika tries to make use of her diplomatic skills, but to no avail. She finally gets their attention, by descending to her knees, and taking their cocks in her hands. "Gentlemen," she starts sternly, flexing her wrists and making them wince, "I will not have this bickering in my office. I will attend to you all in turn. Am I understood?" The men all look to each other, and after a brief and shrug-based conversation, they nod. "Good," she nods back, before looking to her hands and frowning. If you had to guess, you think that she's having trouble deciding what to do next.

"Suggestion from the floor, Prime Minister!" Djal calls out, switching his feet around, "On your right is your supporter, the one on your left supports your opposition, and the young man in front of you has just registered as a voter! Why don't you show that you're a fair and equal Civil Servant by helping them all out at the same time?"

She seems to think about that for a moment, but the instant her mouth opens, it is immediately filled by the new voter's cock, and he makes full use of it. She gags noisily and tries to push him off, but the other two have wrapped their own hands around hers and have started thrusting out of sync, forcing her to jerk them off. The other men have also started to play with themselves, and seem to be lining up behind their respective following. You do a quick head-count and somehow, you've managed to snag a majority of her opposition supporters. Leaning against the wall, you watch with an aloof expression, as the men go through their rotations, sending spit and sweat flying, with them spinning her around so that her mouth is put to fair use too.

A few more minutes pass like this, and eventually the ragged and spit-marked Prime Minister is hauled up to her feet. In a rare moment of national unity and solidarity, her countrymen bring her over to her desk, and one man from each party helps themselves to each of her holes. As the moaning, grunting, and screaming grow in strength, Djal sidles up to you and juts his head to them. "And when are you going to get in on this?"