Jean
Hedone invites Artemis to her Pleasure Emporium to experience the feeling of pure delight without the need to shoot something.
Dale
Golden ornaments dazzled in the bright lights of an adorned chandelier that cascaded over a warm-toned lobby, a testament to Hedone's desire to create the perfect welcoming environment for clients old and new. Her pleasure emporium had become a successful avenue for wealth, but more importantly, it had become a place where everything she desired was treated with profound respect and appreciation. Pleasure, enjoyment, and delight, were the founding factors that formed the basis of her operation, somewhere that mortals and other godly figures could become entrenched in the experience of exploring what makes someone truly and unfathomably pleasured. Intimacy was often the expected interpretation of Hedone's description of her business, but they were categorically incorrect. Pleasure wasn't a brain that thought with one idea, it was an overarching spectrum of different sensory tactics that leave the client feeling as though they have been transported to another realm.

Business had been booming after an enigmatic god had spread word of her incredible talents across Olympus, and they were being bombarded by eager folk that were enticed by the idea of pleasure in its finest form. However, Hedone was not available for any mortal walk-ins, she was busy preparing for the arrival of a god that required a unique form of convincing to the benefits of pleasure. Artemis was a god who was as talented with a bow and arrow. As Hedone was to providing delight for others. Her exploits were known across the world, stories of a warrior who never missed, whose arrows were as deadly as her glaring stare. Hedone wasn't a stranger to her, but this experience was sure to be different for someone who spent most of their time hunting between the trees and the Earth.

As Hedone glanced over her shoulder to see her guest's arrival, her grin encompassed her entire feeling of seeing a renowned god step foot in a place of her passion. **"My dear, Artemis, thank you for coming... I must admit I wasn't sure that you would accept my invite when we last spoke. It is understandable that many are weary of what kind of activities take place here, but I promise that you have made the right choice... We're going to take *Great *Care of you."** Hedone spoke softly, walking towards the lobby lounge that felt like sitting on a cloud, and patted the seat next to her for Artemis to take a seat.

**"I'd like to ask a question before we begin... It has made people uncomfortable in the past, but it is important for me to acknowledge that pleasure and enjoyment are different for everyone... What makes you happy? Joyful? What does Artemis enjoy doing when no-one else is around?"**
Ethel
She had no idea what had compelled her to accept Hedone'a invitation the last they'd spoke, perhaps a mix of awkward politeness directed towards an ally and peer, and a smidgen of intrigue at the promises Hedone had made. She was a goddess of simple, pure things, but even Artemis couldn't battle the temptation that had been promised. Life since returning to Olypmian had been less than enjoyable; meetings, arguments, skirmishes with the warring factions, all while maintaining a continuous presence in her domains. Nobody could blame her for wanting to unwind a bit right?

Artemis' five and even maybe sixth senses were all immediately vigorously assaulted upon entering the lobby. The colors and lights themselves wouldn't have individually offended her decidedly experienced senses, but Artemis found the conglomeration of yellows and warm tones, in combination with the general air of wealth and finery of the decor, to be beyond her tastes. Her internal critic of Hedone's interior decoration were forgotten upon a voice calling her name. Hopefully nobody else was around to hear that, Artemis would have a godly aneurysm if rumors of her frequenting this establishment started to spread.

"I decided the least I could do was show up once considering you'd invited me." Hedone wasn't a goddess she was unfamiliar with per-say, but it most of existence she'd been inconsequential to anything that affected Artemis. However now with the war tearing on she'd decided to get to know each and every one of her allies, in the event of any future necessities where information might be useful. "Oh, and, uh thanks for taking the time out of your day to have me. I'm sure you're very busy." Without further prompting she followed Hedone, obediently plopping down into the seat beside her, admittedly sitting closer as she had very little regard for other's personal space.

Artemis was a dark spot in the light toned room; clad in a dark shirt, baggy camo pants, and black boots. With her golden red

Hair held back in something of a bun, something long and white that could be identified as a some sort of bone holding it together. Her face and skin were lightly splattered with splotches of mud and gore, although it looked like she'd tried to wipe most of it off before entering. "I don't know." She answered brusquely, voice husked and a bit exasperated. "I mean, I dunno, I couldn't say off the top of my head. I suppose hunting would be the obvious one," Her eyes scanned their environment, she doubted they had a private shooting range or something tucked away, "Training and caring for my animals is a good pastime as well." Artemis was sputtering, she didn't want to be as rude and upfront as she'd normally be so she'd been attempting to entertain the question but gods she truly didn't know.
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Ricky
It was pleasing to hear that Artemis had accepted her proposal regardless of whether it was integral to her own interests. However it was rather clear that she was in a space unfamiliar to her. The war had luckily not touched the confines of her treasured sanctum, a place Hedone regarded as somewhere that those invested in the ramifications of the war could forget about their responsibilities for a moment in time. She worked tirelessly to continue to expand on its reach, willing those who were graced with opportunities to visit, to continue spreading the word about the immaculate experience available to all. Artemis had unknowingly become one of the her most influential clients, a literal god amongst mortals who didn't know any better. It was an honour and a privilege for her to even step foot in the door. **"I will never be too busy to attend to the needs of a god, Artemis. You are welcome here any time."**

The pleasures that brought Artemis joy were expected considering the godly makings of who she was, and Hedone had prepared an exceptional vessel to explore the intricacies of what makes her tick. She crossed one leg over the other as she listened, careful to keep an eye on the mortal traffic venturing around her building. Artemis was a figure that deserved privacy when it was afforded to her, and no one would dare threaten her illusive desires. **"I must admit that I expected that answer. My mother told me stories about you when I was a girl, and while I cannot understand your fascination with it, our comforts are gifted, not chosen."** She glanced to her side, slowly nodding to one of her colleagues as they confirmed that the room was ready. **"Pleasure awaits. Follow me."**

She walked down the dimly lit halls towards a room in the back that was hidden behind a golden door, painted with a portrait of a beautiful garden resting in the afternoon sun. The door opened to a dark room, a clear intention on her part, leaving only a moment before she stepped through. The first sensation that would ripple through the both of them was the touch of grass beneath their feet, the tingling of a soft breeze brushing through their clothes, and the sound of woodland creatures tickling their ears. All of their senses were heightened by Hedone's presence, strengthening the intensity to a limit that was intrusive but fulfilling. 

**"How do you feel, Artemis?...The forest is so calming when its broken down into the aspects of it that directly interact with us."**
Ethel
She paid a mindful ear to the other as they sat but her eyes, a pair of dastardly green things, filtered about the space fervently. Taking in all the sights and sounds it had to offer, she further examined the actual architectural layout of lobby; namely looking for exits, and casually taking note of the light foot traffic of the space. Artemis wasn't a widely recognized goddess, even amongst divinity she wasn't exactly familiar with a majority of the admittedly vast pantheon. However still her eyes cautioned upon each figure she identified, this wasn't a place she wanted to be seen. Artemis knew not the exact services and ongoings of Hedone's establishment but the general premise of providing pleasure tended to construed in sexual manners. Artemis couldn't even begin to imagine what her mother might think if she was here, much less so her father, she imagined some variety of smiting would befall somewhere.

In response to Hedone's assurance she returned only a singular 'hmm' of acknowledgement and gratitude, Artemis wasn't a goddess of flowery poetry and words like her brother. Her attention eventually would return to be limited upon Hedone at the mention of stories, "Only the good ones, I hope. I'm really not as wrathful as some of them make me out to be," She lied, in only an attempt to placate any lingering fears Hedone may have associated with Artemis' visit. The arrival of the worker relieved her of some building anxiety, grateful not to continue any talk about what pleased her in such an open space. That gratitude immediately quelled by Hedone's chirped promise of pleasure, Artemis' more prude-ish nature stirring a quiet, "Yay.." As she stood and followed after the other.

Her heavy boots stepped surprisingly muted behind Hedone as they went, remaining intentionally stationed directly behind the other as they traversed the dimming hallway away from the brightly lit lobby. Artemis subconsciously tracing their way, envisioning a planned exit strategy should th

E need arrive. It was an unwarranted caution but it was she mindlessly committed nonetheless. With mild trepidation she passed through the threshold of the golden doorway, combat boots crunching quietly upon the grass as she went. Immediately Artemis' considerably trained senses were overloaded with varying stimulation, the combination of her own nature and the magnifying effect of Hedone's bombarded the goddess with more information than she'd anticipated. This incited only a tense clench of Artemis' jaw, that was remedied by a slow and steady breath. She took it as a moment to orient herself, to close her eyes and allow only the sounds and smells to fill her mind. 

Upon opening her eyes again she'd regained her steeliness, eyes flickering about to now examine the space in its fullest. She was indifferent to it, the compartmentalizing of certain aspects of nature was enlightening and refreshing certainly, but to her it lacked the wholeness and chaotic unity Artemis appreciated from the wild. "It feels artificial, like looking at the unprepared ingredients of a meal. Everything's there it just hasn't been put together yet." The goddess's eyes, usually wandering landed squarely upon Hedone. Without the usual wary vigilance she'd displayed Artemis' gaze easily took on a remarkably predatory quality. "Am I missing something? How should I feel, Hedone?"