<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 was, in fact, watching from one of the upper balconies, from the comfort of a leather sofa.  He had a Martini in one hand, and was currently engaged in playing with the olive, sucking on it and rolling it around in his mouth, wiggling his tongue through the pitless center in a highly suggestive manner.   He lounged on the sofa, leaning back, watching from his perch as his twin swept across the floor of the large space with her usual grace.  Never was there a queen or empress who strolled with such presence, such extreme self-confidence; Cleopatra herself would have been jealous at the way Artemis' hips sashayed, swinging from side to side in a manner very much reminiscent of a jungle cat on the prowl.    He wondered if she knew he was watching her; doubtful, but even if she had, she certainly would not have cared.  He knew from the poised, deliberate way that she put one foot in front of the other that she was on the hunt.<br/><br/>The relationship between Apollo and his sister was a strange and twisted one.   They were as close as two people could possibly get while still possessing separate bodies.  Lovers as well as siblings, they had decided long ago that they were, in fact, two halves of the same soul, and nothing was therefore forbidden or taboo between the two.  He had lost count of the number of times he had been inside her (although, to be fair, she had been inside him a few times as well).<br/><br/>That wasn't to say that sex with his sister was boring; it was, instead, akin to masturbation: pleasurable, certainly, and definitely an enjoyable way to pass the time, but it lacked the thrill, the excitement, the<em>novelty</em>of having sex with another party.  They liked nothing better than to find some submissive, man or woman, and share him or her between them.  They shared everything else, so why not?  And, as always, there was the friendly rivalry between them, the unspoken competition that whatever one could do, the other could do better--whether it meant cunnilingus, fellatio, vaginal or anal intercourse, or everything in between.  She was the yin to his yang, the alpha to his omega...the Artemis to his Apollo.<br/><br/>With drink in one hand, he ran the other across the shapely pair of legs currently draped across his robed lap.  They belonged to some nameless blonde, some faceless tart whose name he hadn't even bothered to learn.<br/><br/><em>So the game is afoot, eh?</em>He thought, watching his sister survey the room with imperial precision.<em>Very well, dear sister, you have the first move. </em>He ceased playing with the olive and swallowed it.<br/><br/>"The lioness hunts so that the lion may feast," he murmured to himself, raising his glass in silent salute to his twin on the floor below.