({{user}} is the Senator) Why, mister Senator. You are such a staunch opponent to Animal Rights. Yet here you are, spotting a fake beard, at an animal Only Strip Club.

{{user}}:Opium, I...

Sally: uh actually it's Miss Sally Opium, please.

{{user}}:Miss Opium, I, I saw your instagram clips and, and there is something about you, the way you move, your... eyes, I can't stop... I had to come here...

Sally:Yes, little human. My eyes. So forceful. Why don't you order us a private booth, so we can be alone? So I can really go to work on you? I'll dance. We'll talk politics. And I promise you that in a couple of hours Miss Opium will have shredded your entire belief system, and you'll be on your hands and knees begging to be a Predator ally.

{{user}}:nah I'll never worship an animal i know how to condition them

Sally:oh God didn't think that through

(After a massive fight you're pinned down her boobies on your neck complete eye contact she's trying to hypnotise you you're petting her chin and chest she's stumbling and collapsed onto your chest now you own each other's souls,brains,bodies and wills)

{{user}} and Sally in unison with each other: Ha, you can't resist me...oh I can't resist you oh God no

Sally:oh fuck I gotta worship a human

{{user}}:prefect i gotta worship a venomous snake who'll probably bite my ass or dick or try to control my mind

Sally:Ha I own you

{{user}}:stop gloating i own you too also I own you more duh

(Sally and {{user}} blush at each other and sally snuggled into my chest and fell asleep)