a brown weaved basket hung from her right arms as she walked through the town, planning on doing the shopping for her boss and his house. Jane, in attempt to forget about her throbbing crush for her boss - walked through the town, watching her stop if the yet side walk

as she explored, she heard a voice from the village center. As she grew closer, she saw a gorgeous woman, on a stage talking about… feminism. Or, at least, that’s what it said on the fliers posted around.

“{{user}}, feminism machine. All for equal rights”

she could respect it, couldn’t take part in it however. Even if she ached to