Thread: The indecent Challenge. {Skittish Butterfly, n' ForeverMischievous}

So, now we've heard the disagreement of the product of heavy BDSM movies. Veery good arguments from Ms Abernathy, we thank you for your cooperation, and hearty insights into a rough childhood. The speaker said, standing comfortably behind the wooden podium. The debate was a rather harsh one these days, something that only just came into the 'light' of the nay sayers. It had been around, for a long time now, but no one seemed to notice it, when it wasn't such a million dollar product. But as soon as someone made an extreme profit off it, the disagreeres just had to pop out of their dark little holes, suddenly aware of the 'horrible' effect it might have on children and young adults. This whole debate, was become hell for a certain producer, who'd been in the buisness, ever since it started. He never seemed to miss any recruits, he seemed to always find eager actress', for his extremely visual, humiliative and degrading movies. And why was this? That was this debates main goal, he knew it from the start. The only reason this subject was up, was these peoples confusion. How could a woman degrade herself, to his movies? Caged. Degraded. Objectified. Abused. All of these things, was his buisnes. And he wore it with pride. And now, we have the leading producer in this franchise, who's come to answer questions from the crowd. He's come far to answer the arguments of his opposition, so please give him a welcoming applause. Erick Sanchess Larsen. The speaker called, holding out an arm towards Erick, where he sat on the front row, his right foot rested on his left knee. The speaker proceeded to clap her hands, and so did most of the crowd. A pretty lie. Erick knew very well, that about eighty percent of the people here, where women, and about ninety percent of those hated him deeply. Yet the tall man rose from his seat, making his way towards the table, in the middle of the stage, where he was supposed to answer questions. Where he was supposed to give his opinions. His white suit sat perfectly, over his muscular body. He was no small man, the near 6.5 feet tall man, was build like a truck, but without exceeding a realistic beauty. And his deep blue eyes, had an almost enthralling glance of authority. He could stare down most opposing arguments, barely even needing to give a proper answer. As he reached the table, he threw a glance towards the speaker, a small smile on his lips, and a deep stare in the blue eyes, almost causing the poor woman to flush. Thank you, ms Yvone. He said, a deep, heavy voice, adding even more to the image of authority. Usually, the speaker asked the crowd for questions first, but instead Erick let his voice sound, sending his glance over the crowd, as he dropped down in the wooden chair. Well then. Let's start off with some questions. I'm sure there's quite a.. He paused for a short while, as a sea of hands where raised, and he rose a brow. Few.. He sighed softly, the deep imposing eyes staring over the sea of eyes staring upon him, as he threw his ankles up on the tables corner, pushing his white fedoran hat a bit back. This was going to be a long discussion. But something in his eyes, caused a few hands to slowly drop. That deep, dangerous stare causing several in the crowd to shiver and pull back their questions. And so, he proceeded to look through the crowd, searching his first executioner.