"I don't know about that..."

"I - I don't know about the sound of that," Nat says, a bit uncertainly.

"So you don't think women should support men when needed?" Louis asks, frowning.

"N-No! It's just - um..." Nat chews her lip, trying to find the right words. I definitely, like...should be able to figure this out! "Look, I just think that women who aren't attached to a man...greenbands...should probably keep the protections they have now. Maybe even get some more..."

"What?" Louis laughs incredulously. "More protections? Like what? What for?"

"Um, well, like...like what if men weren't allowed to just grope random greenbanded women?"

"What? You mean you wanna make groping illegal?"

"I mean, I don't know. Maybe."

"That's absurd," Louis snorts. "I mean, first off, impossible to prosecute. You'd have to arrest, like, every man on the planet. And it's not like groping even - I mean, what's the harm? There's at least an argument for if a man fucks a girl or cums on her - it can increase NFE, maybe cause FES, yadda yadda. But what's a little tit grope or ass smack ever hurt? How's that cause problems?"

"Well, it just. It like. It can make you feel...small, you know. If you're the groped one. Like you're just a - a sex object."

Louis makes a face. "I don't think that's a very common feeling."

"I think - I think maybe it is!" Nat protests.

But he's shaking his head. "Nah. Look, girls like it when guys pay attention to them. It's like the adult version of, you know, pulling pigtails or something. A little nipple pinch, an ass smack, a slide of the hand over the pussy...it lets girls know that guys are seeing them, that guys like them. And we all know that the most important thing for girls is to be liked by men. Hell, the Department of Public Health just did that whole campaign last year to raise awareness!"

"Oh...right..." Nat frowns, thinking back. "What was the slogan again?"

"Grope 4 Hope," he says. "Because they did that study that shows that women who get groped on a regular basis have better emotional regulation and are less likely to be antisocial. So, naturally, they were asking men to increase the amount of random fondling that happens. You could get entered in drawings for prizes if you groped twelve different women each day for a week. Good awareness campaign, that."

"R-Right," Nat mutters. "I mean...I guess..."

He shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Come on, Nat. That's science. You can't argue with science."

"N-No, I guess not," she mutters, deflated. "It's just, like...women are people too, you know?"

He laughs at her. "Well, legally speaking. Except blackbands don't really have, like, the full legal protections most people do. And in plenty of places around the world, even fewer women than that are legally people. And when you see a woman debasing herself, or even just getting bent over and fucked hard, you gotta ask yourself - is that really someone who should be participating fully in society? Doesn't it seem like you're made to be, you know, feminine? Docile, submissive, passive, carefree?"

"I don't know." Nat feels rather dejected that she hasn't been able to make a better argument. "It was just...what I thought."

Louis snorts. "Yeah, and I'll publish it, though people are probably gonna think you're kinda weird. It's like, a prudish perspective. And it seems like it's getting you down."

"I guess," Nat mutters.

{if Slut_Clothes=true}Louis grins. "Hey, you know what might cheer you up?" He stands up and moves behind her, reaching down to firmly cup her breasts in his hands. Nat gasps as he begins to rub and massage them. "A nice grope! Get those positive chemicals flowing."

{if Sluttery>80}Nat lets out a breathy gasp of ecstasy as he gropes her, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her chest and making her cunt throb. Ooooh...yes...why did I think this should be illegal..? Fuck! That feels good.{elseif Sluttery > 60}Nat groans in pleasure, even as she tries to protest. "W-Wha-H-Hey, now. Hey...that's...stop that..." She lets out a squeak as he grips her nipple through the fabric of her dress and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.{else}"Wha-HEY! S-Stop that! Please...let go..." She whimpers as he roughly tweaks both nipples, sending an arc of pain and pleasure down through her body.

"Oh, relax, you prude. This'll be good for you."{endif}{endif}