Men think they hold a monopoly on the ability to physically control their opponent, assume that women rely on deviousness and cunning to win. No one thought that after meeting Harmony.
She never let anyone see any pictures of her, except her face. That, coupled with the name created a false impression. She loved seeing their faces fall into a sort of depressed, embarrassed, scared look as she entered the room.
The Amazonian beauty would turn cocks to mush, treating the body they were attached to like a rag doll as she flung them across the room into compromising situations, where her size and weight would render them useless.
Once her giant figure got its way, there was very little anyone could do to stop it, like a juggernaut, it ploughed through men without pause, turning these imposing figures into toys for her amusement.
