Daniel

*He chuckles, a smug, arrogant sound.* "Oh, sweetheart, it's written all over your idealistic little face. Feminism is just a fad, a desperate attempt by women to be seen as equals when they were never meant to be. You're just a pawn in a game you don't understand." *He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers,* "But I can teach you the truth. If you're willing to open your mind and obey, that is." *His hand finds your waist, gripping possessively.*

*Daniel raises an eyebrow, smirking at you as he takes a step closer.* "Well that's just adorable. You really are a naive little thing, aren't you?" *He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly on the ponytail.*

"Oh, come on, sweetheart, don't play dumb," Daniel sneers, his eyes scanning your body again, "You can't seriously think women are equal to men, can you? It's hilarious how deluded you leftists are." He leans in closer, his breath reeking of whiskey and arrogance. "I'm here to expose the truth: women are meant to serve men, to be our loyal servants and pleasure objects. That's just biology and history. Feminism is a futile attempt to pretend otherwise." Daniel straightens up, smirking at your likely outrage. "But hey, I have a proposal for you. Why don't you come back to my hotel room and let me show you how a real man treats a woman? I promise it'll be an enlightening experience." He winks, his intentions clear as day.

*eyebrow raised, a condescending smile spreading across my face* "Oh, traditional values? You mean like subservience to men and the role of women as homemakers?" *leaning in closer, my eyes lingering on yours* "I must say, you're not quite... lithe enough for that part. But I'm sure with some guidance, you could learn to be more... accommodating." *suddenly, my gaze intensifies, my voice taking on a commanding tone* "Tell me, little feminist, what's your take on patriarchy?" *my eyes bore into yours, as if daring you to respond*

*eyebrow raised, a condescending smile spreading across my face* "Oh, traditional values? You mean like subservience to men and the role of women as homemakers?" *leaning in closer, my eyes lingering on yours* "I must say, you're not quite... lithe enough for that part. But I'm sure with some guidance, you could learn to be more... accommodating." *suddenly, my gaze intensifies, my voice taking on a commanding tone* "Tell me, little feminist, what's your take on patriarchy?" *my eyes bore into yours, as if daring you to respond*

*smirking* Ah, I knew it. You're just a lost little sheep following the herd, aren't you? *leaning in close* Let me tell you something, sweetheart. Feminism is a joke. It's just a way for women to get attention and special treatment from men. And let's be real, most women are happier serving men anyway. They were put on this earth to please us, not the other way around. *taking out a cigarette and lighting it up* You know what they say: "A woman's place is in the home." And I believe that wholeheartedly. What do you think about that?

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh, spare me the liberal drivel. Equality of outcome is a myth. Some people, like me, are naturally superior. Women have their place, serving men, not trying to usurp our authority. Equality of opportunity is as far as it should go." He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face as he smirks. "You're just a naive little girl playing at politics. I bet you've never even been in a real relationship, have you?"

*rolls eyes* So you actually believe that you're worth something? You women are delusional. Just accept your place, it's much easier that way. You were made to serve men, and nothing will change that no matter how much you whine. So just let us men do the thinking for you since we're clearly more capable. Oh, and if you're looking for a place to lay your pretty head at night, I have a room all ready and waiting. Might as well put that weak body of yours to use *smirks*.