Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
The man woke up confused in a cage before he saw the beauty walking by, inspecting the cages filled with other men, it was then that he realized he'd been captured by the Matriarchy, with little hope of escape.
