Far away from the events surrounding Haile's grotto, upon a cloud shrouded mount, Zeus the god of all gods found himself in the least amiable of predicaments.<br/><br/>Two goddesses stood before him, each powerful and beautiful in their own right, were screaming their protestations to their supreme god. There was Hecate on his left, and Nike on his right. Moments before the only thing that managed to separate them was a mighty bolt of lightening that cleaved the two goddesses apart.<br/><br/>Zeus had yet to discern what precisely was at issue between the two goddesses and he was unsure if he should even care. Until of course when he spied Aphrodite not far off taking in the spectacle from behind a marble pillar a safe distance away. The mirth in her eyes and the pleased look across her lush lips was evidence enough to know that his meddlesome, if beloved daughter was up to her usual tricks.<br/><br/>Out of the cacophony of hurled insults and denunciations between the quarreling goddesses two words caught Zeus's attention:<em>Nymph</em>and<em>Bowl</em>.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Haile watched on as Nicola discarded what remained of her shredded gown downstream. The nymph's vision was filled with the delightful figure of the woman. Supple and athletic, tall and with long legs befitting such a priestess of Nike, of Victory.<br/><br/>For now, Haile held in check her passions, a passion that was nearly to boil over despite her discipline.<br/><br/>She turned her gaze upon the dark priestess of Hecate, who she now knew as the one named Voleta. Her eyes too feasted upon the woman's every curve and smooth line. Her skin was like milk, pale and refreshing, sensuous and tempting. For a fleeting moment Hailey envisioned herself wrapped up in the woman's embrace. She pulled back her urgent need for now, the only outward sign of her struggle the rapid blink of her soft eyes. Haile watched on with great curiosity as Voleta did something she least expected. Her torn gown at her feet, she stepped forward and then knelt before her. With her head of dark luxurious hair held up, she was not wholly supplicant, but unlike Nicola the gesture seemed submissive in comparison.<br/><br/>Haile moved forward to stand before Voleta. Though shorter than either woman, she now stood over the kneeling priestess. She looked down at Voleta between her breasts, and into her eyes. The swell of Haile's breasts hung over Voleta, casting her face in shadow.<br/><br/>"Tell me priestess of Hecate, dark and beautiful Voleta. What price will you pay to be free of discourse from your enemy? Do you not fear losing that which has kept you strong and vigilant? Do you dare drink from this bowl?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Aphrodite could not be more pleased with herself. She had not been so entertained in what seemed eons. So beside themselves and distracted were Nike and Hecate, their most ardent worshipers were temporarily forgotten and left bereft of any divine fortitude. Thus it was the two priestesses souls were left bare and pliable, vulnerable to the wishes of Aphrodite and the charms of her nymph.<br/><br/>Soon such womanly pleasures would be indulged in that would curl the toes of Sappho herself.