Maid Merilyn rebels at the idea of sweeping and cleaning. No! Nyet! She was meant for larger things than the drudgery of homemaking. This babe tosses aside her broom and discards most of her uniform, symbols of capitalist repression. Her sexibitionist overthrow of the aged dictate leads to her flirty show of breast and slit force on the steppes of this imperialist palace, which she now declares as Merilyn-World.