“This is the first time I’ve worn a real bra in months. It’s been sports bras and binders since February.” 

Your name is [X] and you’re on a divine mission. The Gods have chosen you personally to carry out this task. You find yourself unprepared, but willing to give it your all, but first… you need a team.

The mission? Make out with your datemate in the kitchen of every homophobic politician in the country and post pictures online for proof. Stealing their pets is optional, but recommended.

“I mean, the Gods told me too, so we gotta babe.”

“Oh, well if it’s sanctioned, that’s another story. C’mere.”