"Hazla sonroja!"

“Haz que la chica yanqui pida clemencia! Hazla sonroja! Jajajajaja!”

Roxy’s hands are tied to the back of Rosa Ramirez’ bright red convertible. It’s driving extremely slowly down the Avenida de las Bragas, the main street of Buenos Tetas, named after a famous incident in the Verguenzuelan War of Independence when the heroine La Zorra made four hundred captured Spanish noble ladies walk across the city in nothing but their undergarments. The Verguenzuelans have been trying to relive that triumph ever since.

The streets are lined with cheering citizens. Behind Roxy, in a sort of slave coffle, is Jasmine Chao, once CEO of tech company Knickr, now sex slave to an evil dictator and not happy about it. Behind Jasmine are four other beautiful American she-CEOs, followed by various captured lady diplomats, politicians, Hollywood actresses, UN officials, four-star hot-girl generals and other important figures of the Western world.

“What’s Ramirez saying?” Meg, invisible and flying, asks you. The dictator is standing in the back seat of her car, shaking her fist at the crowds. “I don’t speak Spanish.”

“Well, she could be explaining that this story has no actual political stance, so don’t read anything into it. But I think she’s probably just telling everyone how cool she is for capturing all these adorable prisoners and parading them stark naked in public for the whole country to see.”

“Yes, that makes more sense.”