<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Great Room, upper balcony<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around seven in the evening, Friday<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Artemis and Lux<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/>Apollo watched from his vantage point, like a Roman emperor of old surveying the coliseum, as his chosen champion squared off against the latest unsounded gladiator.  A barked laugh escaped his lips--did the poor girl even know how much trouble she was in?  Apollo knew his twin.  He knew of her voracious sexual appetites and her depraved penchants, which put even his own to shame.  It was like seeing a poodle square off against a pit bull.  Amusing, certainly, and tragic, and even in its own way a bit adorable--but you knew how the encounter was inevitably going to end.<br/><br/>He put down his martini, and ran his hands up the legs draped over his lap.  Apollo liked a good pair of legs and feet.  He couldn't care less whether one had large, full, plump breasts or small ones, but he was a devotée of every bit of the female anatomy south of the waist.   He had taken it fully upon himself to paint his sister's toenails, not trusting anyone else to do it properly, and had lavished her with anklets, toe rings, and expensive sandals, so that she might show her feet off.<br/><br/>Without taking his eyes from the scene below, his hand wandered further upward, sneaking underneath the bottom of the robe.  His lips curled in satisfaction when he heard the faint gasp, followed immediately by the slow, drawn-out exhalation, as his reward.  He continued to toy and tease, causing the woman's toes to curl and her leg to shake ever so slightly.<br/><br/>When, however, she whined at the lack of attention and reached out to turn his face toward her, his mood changed instantly.  "I am done with you.  You may go," he snapped, withdrawing his hand and wiping it on a napkin.  The blonde frowned at him, her expression hurt and confused, but she obeyed, gathering up her dignity and sliding from the couch.<br/><br/>Now alone, picking up his drink one more time, he let the dry alcohol caress his tongue as he took a sip, watching his sister reel in the thin woman on the floor below.  She seemed a slip of a thing, and quite young.<br/><br/>Yes, he thought.  She would make an excellent toy.  His sister, as always, had unimpeachable taste.