Giggling, you let him guide you into the display room. Oddly enough, it was a large lecture theatre, not the display room you expect. The display, well the display made the caning one look wholesome. There was woman dressed like a pilgrim, but with her top open being branded between her breasts. There was girl in a thong bikini bent over a desk while a shaggy looking beach bum paddled her butt. Another woman was chained to a whipping post.
All of this was surprising since the plaque proclaimed it was Betsy Ross designing the flag. You're not sure how any of this relates to the flag, but you never really paid attention in history class.
Mel chuckled at the scene.
"One's a slave, one's a criminal, and one is a naughty little girl." Mel pointed out. "Which are you? Do you want to be my slave, treated as if you are criminal, a naughty little girl, or do you see yourself as my equal?"
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