THE QUEEN WITH THE PEACOCK FAN AND THE GIRL IN THE SHORT BLACK DRESS (continued)<br/><br/>Hera was pleasantly shocked.  Yes, the young mortal had the audacity to pull her away from Zeus' embrace.  If he'd been ready for such an act, Hera was certain he wouldn't have let her be pulled from his arms.  And, while it pained her the tiniest bit to be separated in such a way from her husband, it was worth it to see his jaw fall and mouth open in astonishment.  She called out and waived to her husband as she allowed the mortal to pull her out onto the dance floor, "Find a partner, dear!  It looks like I have one already!"<br/><br/>In a slightly different embrace, Zafira proposed a delightful and slightly dangerous plan.  It struck a sense of balance in Hera.  Let her oft-straying husband see her in someone else's arms and see how<i>he</i>liked it.  "You are delightfully surprising, Zafira.  I think I'll stop peeking at your surface thoughts.  Sometimes I can't help it when I sense people thinking about me."<br/><br/>Adjusting her posture, Hera, the taller of the two even in the sandals, took the lead in their dance, being a Fred Astaire to Zafira's Ginger Rogers.  A light in the club focused on the pair and a number of the other dancers moved to the edges of the floor to watch the ladies dance.  Now that Hera had "turned off" the part of her that sensed others' thoughts of her, she felt freer from the worries that she'd felt trying to keep Zeus from straying.  She was just enjoying being with Zafira.<br/><br/>Maybe there was more to humans than she'd thought.  Dion certainly enjoyed their company.  But enough about anyone that wasn't Zafira.  Zafira was the one that she was dancing with and Hera would give the young woman her total attention.