There's a single-woman squad, a last-remaining-in-charge-that-left-to-be-determined-by-a-sex-game-competition, a life-changing, career-changing, sex-changing love-triangle that is apparently about to be filmed and distributed to the world.
And all of that is in the form of a high-stakes, single-elimination, sex-play challenge against a South African-born, American-raised, gorgeous female statue: IBU.
BU, to her friends, is her nickname, her nickname being genetically determined by a five-s-removed-grandmother-who-is-a-phrenologist.
BU has no social network, no mobile phone, no emails. But that's all the more reason for her to win the trillion-dollar riddle of her life.
BU is going to have sex with IBU, and the winner of that sex-play will be the steward, the last surviving member of the woman squad, the face of the sex-play BitchCockpit just like herself.
Our girl BU is a competitor, a fighting bulldog, fighting at the top for the top, at the front of the line where no one can get out but at the same time where no one can try to get in.
She is built to carry weight, to deal with alligators, all rejections.
BU wants it all and she's fighting in the jungle to get it, in the desert, the snow, the rain, everywhere, she's coming for the victory she's bringing the fuck.
You can call her an American, but that makes her sound like a white person.
You can call her an Indian, which makes her sound like a black person.
You can call her a bitch, and that's exactly what she's going to be.
You can call her a cockpit, which is a lot more efficient than calling her a woman, as dumb as that sounds.
And you can call her the most desired girl in the world, because she is going to be wanted... by every man on Earth.
BIBU IS NOT HUMAN.
....you may not be an ibu or an anak you may not have sex with ibu or anak that's just a simple rule that must be obeyed, but this is not about that. This is about something deeper, something that 0b46394aab