Being forced to sit through the terrible Disney movie Enchanted, I was able to get some entertainment. Such a great scenario - a totally clueless naive fantasy princess arrives in NYC. She's sweet, pretty, with an incredible body squeezed into a tight dress (Amy Adams, the actress, would make a fine fucktoy), and she's wandering the nighttime back streets.
In the stupid movie of course she finds her prince, but my idea of a happy ending would have been much different...her cheerfully stumbling into the hands of a rape gang...gagged and bound with the rags of her pretty dress, her introduction to our world being a brutal violation...her sudden discovery of her body's terrible secrets, the horror, pain and fear...