Grace sat cross-legged on a cushion.
The villagers had offered it for Grace and Venus's "training," which was a polite way of saying "angelic sex lessons."
[Like I don't get enough of those at the Dominion.]
Morning sun came through a patched window, making patterns on the wooden floor. Grace's muscles hurt from yesterday's practice, and her stomach was doing gymnastics at the thought of tonight's face-off with The Tide.
[Just hours until I have to screw a water goddess. No pressure. Just the fate of an entire village and one tentacle-loving nerd on the line.]
The door opened. Venus glided in like a total showoff, her pink robes flowing around her perfect body. Unlike Diana, who treated clothes like they were allergic to her skin, Venus always wore something.
And, somehow, that made her even hotter. Like how a wrapped present is more exciting than one you can already see.
"Good morning, my little angel~" Venus's voice was like honey. "Ready for your final lesson?"
