Compliments have power.
Women have power.
A woman with a high compliment tendency may as well be Alexander the Great.
And she could compliment Alexander the Great into carving up his own empire too.
It doesn’t matter the woman.
She could be a five-hundred pound baboon that merely identifies as a woman.
But even if big-footess complimented a boy on his blue rimmed glasses that boy would wear those glasses to bed with him.
He’d pursue ophthalmology as a profession.
He’d build a blue rimmed shrine to big-footess in all her complimentary glory.
He’d die from the sun’s rays burning his skull as the twenty-seven blue-rimmed glasses he wore at all times magnified its rays, piercing them through his retina.