Elena Kagan walked up to Ruth Bader Ginsburg, holding a flask full of a shimmering pink liquid.

“I made this,” said Kagan. “It will help you get revenge on Kavanaugh.”

Ginsburg took a sip of it immediately. After sitting in her chambers for a while, she felt something stirring in her lower regions, somewhat like a tingle. When she took a look under her robe, she saw a plump, reddened thing protruding from her soft mound. It then gave way to a rod of flesh holding it up, leathery and full of veins. At the sight of that emerging from her body, Ginsburg almost fell back.

She hid the new development under her robe and went to Kavanaugh’s chambers. “Thank you, Kagan,” she muttered under her breath.

“Justice Ginsburg? Why are you here?” said Kavanaugh.

“I would like to make an offer,” she replied. “How about I give you...” She swept aside her robe and the rest of her clothing. “...the full Ginsburg?”

Kavanaugh was in shock. “B-but how did that happen?!” he asked incredulously.

“Kagan can do anything.” She winked. “So do you want this or not?”

“I-I do!”

“Good.” Ginsburg watched as Kavanaugh shed his clothes, placing himself on his hands and knees. The diminutive justice then went up behind him, softly rubbing herself on him.