100 years from now, the Battle of the Sexes is almost over, and women are stamping out the last elements of the male resistance. Madame Amiee has rounded up thousands of captured male rebels for termination. As she sits before us, legs crossed, high heels dangling seductively from her toes, she tells us we don’t stand a chance - most of us are about to be wiped out. “If it has a dick, it’s gone!” is her motto.

We have ropes around our necks and trap doors beneath our feet. If we want a slim chance to survive, we have to play a game. We have to guess which dangling high he...

100 years from now, the Battle of the Sexes is almost over, and women are stamping out the last elements of the male resistance. Madame Amiee has rounded up thousands of captured male rebels for termination. As she sits before us, legs crossed, high heels dangling seductively from her toes, she tells us we don’t stand a chance - most of us are about to be wiped out. “If it has a dick, it’s gone!” is her motto.

We have ropes around our necks and trap doors beneath our feet. If we want a slim chance to survive, we have to play a game. We have to guess which dangling high heel she’s going to let drop from her toes: the right or the left? Whoever guesses correctly through all 6-7 rounds MIGHT be allowed to live. If we guess wrong in any round, the trap door will open and WE will be the thing that’s dangling! She crosses and uncrosses her legs, switching the shoe that’s dangling to tease us and keep us on the edge. Every round a shoe slips off her toes, and just like that the hundreds of men who guessed wrong are suddenly kicking, thrashing and ending at the end of their ropes - so fun to watch! We’re all totally fucked, and she loves it! Will any of us survive to the end??