Ch. 103: Meeting Aphrodite, Again

Ch. 103: Meeting Aphrodite, Again

Aphrodite reclined lazily in her lodging, perched atop one ofthe tallest building in Olympus. She wore a cobalt blue jacket that hugged her curves, a crisp white top underneath, and dark leggings that accentuated the sinuous lines of her waist and her voluptuous figure. Her every movement seemed designed to command attention, and even seated, she exuded an effortless sensuality. As usual, the air was thick with the scent of bubblegum — a trademark of hers, frivolous yet strangely intoxicating.

Despite her beauty, there was always something unnervingly childlike about her demeanor. No matter how serious the situation, she never betrayed any hint of resentment, fear, or hatred toward me. Instead, she flitted about like a chirpy high-school girl, the sort who only ever seemed to appear as a main character in some trivial romance. It was as though she wore her lack of depth as a defense.