Trump BTFO
Imagine using one of those traditional NK beauties as your furniture for a decadent feast, licking red wine off her white skin. Imagine the way she'll squeal around the ball gag as you pick at her with your chopsticks, her wrists and ankles pulling against rope that has no give.
A North Korean woman who had been raised to hate western decadence and degeneracy, and now she's being pimped out for greenbacks, learning to perform striptease against the pole she's tethered to while being whipped, being catcalled as cash rained down on stage. G.I. playing rock-paper-scissor every night to determine who'll have the first go at her and which holes.
Imagine taking her out to the armoury and tying her face down around a tank gun, securing her knees down around it hard enough that her sore pussy is spread open against the cold metal shaft. Imagine the way she'll wail when you ream her ass hard enough to rock her up and down the tank gun, every thrust pressing her clit against unyielding metal.
Imagine livestreaming her breaking in and turning out to North Korea, yes, send us more spies.