She relents

"Okay, you make a convincing point."

You smile and push your tongue farther into the Queen's glorious pussy, which is clearly the best way to say thank you.

"Obviously," says Queen Miranda as she strokes your hair, "the men of those countries have provided great things for the world."

"However!" she yells, the slightly angry tone seeping back into her voice. "The little blonde sluts are still pretty worthless." She puts both hands on the back of your head and roughly pushes your face into her crotch. "I hereby decree that the women of Sweden, Switzerland, and Denmark shall spend their days on their knees, servicing their men. If their slutty blonde heads can't be filled with ideas, then they'll be filled with cocks to relax the more productive halves of their countries."

Miranda cums in your face. As you lap up her delicious juices, you think back to high school, which is beginning to seem like a long time ago. A few months ago Miranda had a huge crush on a basketball player named Josh. One day she worked up the nerve to introduce herself in the hall, but right before she said 'hello' a blonde girl named Brittany Jagerskiold moved in front of her and started talking to them. They only went out a few times, but as soon as they broke up another blonde girl named Jackie Hölderlin swooped in and snatched him up. Miranda talked for weeks about how guys only seemed to like the Nordic type.

"Furthermore," roars Miranda, "as long as they're of legal age, any girl in any country with significant Scandinavian heritage will also fall under this rule. So the little blonde sluts in the rest of the world also better get on their knees for any man who asks."

She grabs your hair again and jerks your head back to look up at her. "Does that meet with your approval?"

"Yes!" you say, "Very much so, my gorgeous, voluptuous, perfect Queen!"