A few minutes before she was schedule to speak, she was approached by the Bar-owner’s son. She wanted to give this young chauvinist a piece of her mind. A lifelong Feminista Guerilla, Comandante Catarina was not usually swayed the suave smooth-talking of a Don Juan. But he seemed different, his seductions so graceful and sensitive. He gracefully undressed the Feminista Firebrand in an elegant dance. Her cold man-hating resistance melted away. He masterfully played on her womanly emotions with the skill of an experienced manipulator. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, smelling her hair. She had never felt so feminine before. For once she felt she could let her guard down before a male. Let her hair fly loose. Sadly for the Brazilian Feminista, she would pay dearly for finally trusting a Male Chauvinist Pig. She had been setup as a cruel prank. As the curtain flew open, any trust Comandante Catarina would ever feel for the Male sex, evaporated away. To her unspeakable humiliation she was stark naked before the hostile misogynist crowd. The sudden shocking transition from sensitive romance to cruel betrayal was too much for her to bear. She did her best to maintain her Feminista dignity before the rowdy bar patrons. Even debating the merits of Feminism despite her nude state. But the message was totally lost. The proud Feminist leader had herself become their nude entertainment for the night. Tears formed in her eyes as she endured their brutal taunts and catcalls. Her dreams of implementing radical Feminista reform in this city were finished. She would never be taken seriously again. Her face burned with humiliation as she was forced to answer objections to Feminism, from her fellow women in the audience. They had laughed just as hard as their boyfriends.