The glow of Lydia’s ptop screen flickers across her face as she adjusts her phone camera. The viewer count ticks up—3,000… 5,000… 8,000—before a notification blinks:

  ?? Zara Lin (@HaremUprising) has joined the chat.

  The comments explode.

  ?? "NOT ZARA TOO??"

  ?? "Lydia’s about to get the tag-team from hell"

  ?? "This is gonna be a MESS"

  Lydia hesitates for only a second before smirking.

  Lydia:

  "Oh, now the Debtless Queen herself wants to talk? Fine. Let’s hear it."

  She hits "Allow Guest."

  The screen splits.

  On one side—Lydia, defiant, in her same thrift-store hoodie.

  On the other—Zara Lin, lounging in her Celestia apartment, her bck Ferrari Roma keys dangling carelessly from one finger.

  Zara (grinning, waving):

  "Hey, bestie! Love what you’ve done with the… uh… minimalist aesthetic."

  Lydia (deadpan):

  "Let’s skip the fake niceties. You’re here because Lei failed."

  Zara (mock gasp):

  "Failed? Babe, she let you win. But me? I’m invested."

  She leans in, eyes glittering with mischief.

  Zara (cheerfully):

  "So! Let’s talk about how your brand of feminism is actually just capitalist individualism in a ‘girlboss’ trench coat—"

  Lydia (blinking):

  "What? That’s not even—"

  Zara (barreling on):

  "—AND how your rejection of polygamy is low-key racist because historically, sister-wives were a sacred tradition in, like, so many cultures—"

  ?? "?????"

  ?? "Zara WHAT"

  ?? "Is she HIGH"

  Lydia (stunned):

  "That’s—what? No. That’s not even close to—"

  Zara (suddenly sharp, cutting her off):

  "—Unless you’re saying non-Western women can’t choose their own structures? Hmm? Is that your take?"

  A calcuted silence.

  Lydia’s mouth opens—then shuts.

  Lydia (frustrated):

  "That’s a wild misrepresentation—"

  Zara (immediately switching back to bubbly):

  "ANYWAY! Did you know that under my polygamy, I own shares in three fisheries? Girl, you’re out here eating ramen while I’m literally a seafood mogul. Checkmate."

  ?? "SHE’S UNHINGED"

  ?? "Lydia looks so confused"

  ?? "This is ART"

  Lydia (pinching the bridge of her nose):

  "You’re jumping between points like a—"

  Zara (interrupting, suddenly serious again):

  "Tell me, Lydia. If a woman chooses to share a man, who are you to call her oppressed? Isn’t choice the core of feminism?"

  Lydia (firm):

  "Not when the ‘choice’ is engineered by a billionaire’s manipution—"

  Zara (immediately flipping back to absurd):

  "Ooooh, engineered, like genetically modified salmon? Babe, my fisheries are all organic—"

  ?? "I CAN’T"

  ?? "Zara’s a MENACE"

  ?? "Lydia’s losing her MIND"

  Lydia (exasperated):

  "You’re deliberately derailing this—

  Zara (grinning, victorious):

  "Am I? Or are you just mad that I’m better at this game than you?"

  A tense silence.

  The silence stretches for a beat too long—Zara’s pyful smirk fades, repced by something sharper. She leans forward, her fingers steepled.

  Zara (coolly):

  "Alright, Lydia. Let’s drop the games. You want a real debate? Let’s go."

  Lydia (raising an eyebrow):

  "Finally. I was starting to think you didn’t have a coherent argument."

  Zara (ignoring the jab, voice steady):

  "You cim our movement is about submission. But what if it’s about strategy? You fight the system from the outside, screaming into the void. We infiltrate it—wealth, influence, real power—and reshape it from within."

  Lydia (countering immediately):

  "And what happens when the system reshapes you instead? When you trade your ideals for a Ferrari and call it ‘liberation’?"

  Zara (smirking):

  "Ideals don’t feed people. Money does. Influence does. You’re starving your revolution before it even begins."

  ?? "DAMN"

  ?? "Zara’s not holding back"

  ?? "Lydia’s holding her own though"

  Lydia (leaning in):

  "And what’s the point of a revolution that becomes the thing it swore to destroy? You’re not changing the game—you’re just pying it better."

  Zara (eyes fshing):

  "Because winning changes the rules. You don’t dismantle the master’s house with moral high ground. You do it with a wrecking ball."

  Lydia (mocking):

  "A wrecking ball made of… what, exactly? Compromised principles and designer handbags?"

  Zara (ughs, but there’s no humor in it):

  "No. Made of leverage. The kind you’ll never have if you keep pretending poverty is a virtue."

  Lydia (firing back):

  "And you’ll never have real power if it’s handed to you by a man who sees you as a pet."

  ?? "OH SHIT"

  ?? "Lydia just went for the throat"

  ?? "Zara’s gonna snap"

  But Zara doesn’t snap. Instead, she grins—wide, genuine, almost impressed.

  Zara (murmuring, mostly to herself):

  "Damn. You’re good."

  She exhales, shaking her head.

  Zara (raising her voice):

  "Alright, Shaw. You’ve got teeth. I’ll give you that."

  Zara leans back, her pyful smirk hardening into something colder. She tilts her head, studying Lydia like a chess pyer spotting a weakness.

  Zara (smoothly):

  "You know what’s funny, Lydia? You keep talking about feminism like it’s some sacred text. But let’s be real—modern feminism is just another pyramid scheme. And you? You’re the mark."

  Lydia’s eyes narrow. The chat explodes.

  ?? "OH SHIT SHE WENT THERE"

  ?? "Lydia’s about to snap"

  ?? "This is gonna get ugly"

  Lydia (clenching her jaw):

  "That’s a gross oversimplification—"

  Zara (cutting her off, voice dripping with faux sympathy):

  "Is it? Name one feminist leader who actually dismantled the patriarchy instead of just selling books and TED Talks about it."

  Lydia (immediate):

  "That’s not the point—feminism is a movement, not a—"

  Zara (ughing):

  "Movement? Babe, it’s a brand. And you’re out here doing free PR while the girls at the top cash out. We at least admit we’re in it for the money."

  ?? "Zara’s not wrong tho"

  ?? "Lydia’s flustered"

  ?? "This is brutal"

  Lydia (forcing calm):

  "Feminism fights for systemic change. Your ‘harem uprising’ is just repackaged submission."

  Zara (mocking gasp):

  "Ooooh, systemic change. How’s that working out? Equal pay yet? End to sexual violence? Or are you still just yelling about it while CEOs pat themselves on the back for ‘diversity hires’?"

  Lydia (firing back, but defensive):

  "Progress takes time—"

  Zara (rolling her eyes):

  "Spare me the slogans. You’ve been losing for decades. We? We win. Every. Single. Day."

  Lydia (gritting her teeth):

  "By selling out other women?"

  Zara (grinning):

  "By understanding the game. You think patriarchy cares about your principles? It eats idealists for breakfast. But power? Power listens to power."

  ?? "Zara’s COOKING her"

  ?? "Lydia’s on the ropes"

  ?? "This is painful to watch"

  Lydia (voice rising):

  "So your solution is to become the oppressor?"

  Zara (shrugging):

  "Our solution is to stop losing. But hey, if you’d rather starve on your high horse, be my guest."

  A tense silence. Lydia’s fists are clenched. The viewer count skyrockets—65K… 70K…

  Zara (standing up):

  "Welp. My Ferrari’s here. Later, comrade."

  She disconnects, leaving Lydia staring at a bnk screen, breathing hard.

  ***

  Zara strides in, tossing her phone onto the couch.

  Hezri (amused):

  "You broke her."

  Zara (pouring a drink):

  "Nah. Just cracked the facade. Now she’s questioning. That’s when they’re most vulnerable."

  ?? [LIVE STREAM ENDED]

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