Agnese is a convinced feminist. She is small in stature, has a blonde bob and two beautiful blue eyes, but she doesn't let anyone walk all over her. She is at the bar with her friends Beatrice, a redhead with blue eyes and freckles and a low-cut floral dress, and Sara, with a bob of black hair and brown eyes. All three are very attractive girls but also against toxic machismo. While they are at the bar Richi, a boy, makes a sexist comment to Agnese and she gets angry, supported by her friends. Richi defends himself by saying that it was just a compliment, but Agnese and her friends verbally attack him, praising feminist principles. Richi then offers a Maladea flower to Agnese, who smells it and falls under its inebriating effect. In short, Richi convinces her to abandon her feminist thoughts, becoming submissive and controllable. Women should only think about how to make a man happy and how to satisfy mens' primary needs, without arguing.
The air was thick with a potent, sweet scent that clung to their skin and coated their tongues. The dimly lit bar had transformed into a den of hedonism, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses replaced by the hushed whispers and heavy breaths of the women now entwined on Beatrice's bed.
Agnese lay sprawled across the mattress, her blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo of fire. Her skin was flushed a deep crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she writhed beneath the touch of her friends.
Beatrice's hand moved lower, her fingers brushing against the lacy fabric of Agnese's thong. Agnese let out a low moan, her hips lifting to meet Beatrice's touch.
"You want this, don't you, Agnese?" Beatrice whispered, her voice thick with desire. "You want us to touch you, to make you feel so fucking good."
Agnese nodded, her eyes locked onto Beatrice's. "Yes, please. I want you both. I need you both."
Sara, who had been watching the scene unfold with growing arousal, moved closer.