Here i am back in the 1800's on my plantation hearing what i think is thunder but no, its cannon fire. There's no way the Yankees will come down this far. Boy was I wrong, as I come into my authentic civil war decorated room to rest, there is a Yankee soldier waiting for me, with firearm in hand. I protest his debauchery but I have no choice but to listen to him as he demands I undress out of my several layers of clothing. All that remains once he is done antagonizing me with his and his rude rude northern comments, its my stockings and my hat, leaving my corset, my pantaloons, skirt, butt pil... Show more