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</div>The malleable sea god had not expected to sea the goddess of the hearth to be seen rubbing elbows with the mortals at this or any other establishment that served as a rendezvous for males and females.  That wasn't to say that Dion ran a 'dive', no, that was far from the truth, but even Dion would admit that the gods loved romance and sex as much as the mortals.  Which made the appearance of a virgin goddess all the more eye-popping.<br/><br/>During the last few millennia, Proteus seldom crossed paths with Hestia.  Offerings to the sea god were generally given on the sea or at the shore, usually wine or something that would be dissolved in the water or the occasional animal sacrifice.  The sharks loved the animal sacrifices.  He was a god of men that were more at home on the sea than on dry land and had no temples needing a perpetual fire.<br/><br/>Still, it could be interesting speaking with her.  However, there was no point in attempting to seduce her.  Even if he plied her with wine and a 'mickey' (which wasn't his style, although it's hard not to consider a little skullduggery, sometimes), he'd likely come out on the worse end of the attempt.  Therefore, the best way to not be thinking with his member was to not have one.<br/><br/>Proteus walked into one of the more private places on the lounge floor and in the matter of a few seconds transformed from a he to a she.  She appeared to be a lovely woman of about thirty-five to a well preserved forty or so years of age.  She had an athletic build and stood near six foot tall in heels.  Her clear skin was of a moderately tan hue and long, silky, full, dark brown hair fell down over her breasts to just above her waist in both the front and the back.  She wore a sea blue high-low dress with short sleeves and an enticing "V" neckline.<br/><br/>She saw that Hestia was still at the bar, it hadn't taken that long for the transformation, and walked over to say, 'hello'.  A silly thought entered her head and she snuck up behind Hestia.  Quickly, allowing the goddess of the hearth no time to react, Proteus reached around from behind Hestia and covered Hestia's eyes, simultaneously questioning her with a, "Guess who!"