And risk being problematic? No way!

"What, in this day and age, I can't just come in here and save the day," John said, wagging his finger at her, "I mean, ask the talking mouse, these days, a princess can't just sit there and hope that Prince Charming comes and find her; she has to go out there and find him herself!"

"What?" Alice said, not quite getting it.

"You need to get out there and..." he takes a second for inspiration to strike, "You need to get out there and see if your perfect cock is out there. Just like Cinderella and the shoe, but with dicks and the back of your throat instead of feet!"

"There's a whole park full of men here! Surely if you ask all of them, you'll find your perfect dick!"

"But, I'm Snow White, not Cinderell--" Her bimbofied brain not quite keeping up with John.

"Yeah, its a metaphor... y'know what, just go around start asking men if you can suck their dicks. It'll work out fine." He patted her on her ass and pointed off to the bike tunnel. He knew from past experience that a couple homeless guys liked to hang out there to keep out of the sun.

He started whistling. He snapped his fingers, and now whenever he whistled, he had a brass quartet accompanying him, like a movie score. He continued his walk. At the south side of the park, there was an old Catholic cathedral. Surely some old lady or a nun would be there praying.