‘The skyline of New York City is really quite nice when viewed from afar, but I can’t say I enjoy it anywhere near as much when I’m standing in the city itself.’

Persephone stood outside of a hotel looking out into the distance, waiting for something that was slowly making its way down the road. The traffic hadn’t shown much signs of getting any clearer, with cars moving at basically a crawl. Persephone sighed as she took a sleek, black phone out of her bag and turned the screen back on. 

‘6:45. I probably shouldn’t be that late even with this traffic, but it’s still not a great look.’ 

Persephone’s hair was still its normal, brilliant purple, but she had taken the liberties of styling it, cutting it much closer to her shoulders than before. Her hair framed her face, where dark mascara and a dark, purple lipstick would grab your attention. She was wearing a thick coat to protect from the morning chill, with the top unbuttoned ever so slightly to allow for the occasional glimpse of fishnet underneath. Black leather boots peeked out underneath her coat. She had really taken to the wide variety of fashion available in this era of history, even if her Mommy still had her preferences. 

The car eventually pulled up, a woman getting out of the driver’s side of the car and circling around to open the back passenger door. Outside of the very tinted, probably illegal windows, there was nothing else unique about the car from any other on the road; which is how Persephone preferred it. Persephone smiled and got into the car, the woman running back over to the driver’s side in order to get in. 

“The traffic today is quite bad. Do you think this is going to be a problem?”

“Oh not at all, Mistress. It’s only some minor road work up ahead. Once we get past it, it’ll be smooth driving to the convention center.” 

Persephone smiled. Her driver, who had turned around to talk to her, noticed and visibly shuddered. Persephone had really begun to enjoy her variety of thralls she had acquired over the years. As she grew into and mastered her divine power, she found it rather easy to shape the minds of those she found interest in. Her driver had previously been a rather successful and famous race car driver, before a chance meeting in a bar had convinced the woman her life would be much better spent being Persephone’s personal driver. 

Persephone didn’t remember her name. She hadn’t taken much care in remembering the names of anyone she made work for her. 

Persephone flicked her finger up the screen of her phone, scrolling through her contact list as she looked for the person she was supposed to call. Not everyone in the world could be Persephone’s happily hypnotized slave after all, and so there were always going to be people whose names were worth remembering. Persephone found the contact and dialed the number, waiting as her phone rang loudly. 

“Hello, this is Zena speaking.” The person on the other end sounded professional, if not a bit annoyed. 

“Hello Zena, it’s me. Just calling to inquire about our usual affairs after all.” 

“O-oh yes! Of course! You, as always, have free access to any of the workshops and events going on. I’m sure as always you have acquaintances to catch up with. We’ve also uh, done the usual set-up. I think you’re going to like this one,” Zena’s voice changed from its calm, powerful demeanor into one that clearly betrayed their anxiety, even over the phone. 

“I’m sure it’ll be good, you’ve always been so good to me, Zena. This one will be a special acquisition this year, I forgot to tell you.” Persephone smiled a bit as she heard Zena swear over the phone. 

“I hope the color won’t be an issue. We didn’t kno-”

“Zena, the color can always be fixed. Don’t worry about it. You’ve done splendid, I’m sure of it.” 

“Okay, thank you. I-Is there anything else you would like to request?” Zena sighed before continuing. 

“Yes, actually. It’s been a while since we first met as you know…why don’t you bring your cute little plaything over once I’m done and I can see what good work you’ve done.” Persephone swore she heard Zena choke briefly. 

“OF-OF COURSE. It would be an absolute honor! Thank you so much!”

“Your welcome, darling. I treat my followers well, after all. I’ll talk to you soon.” Zena quickly said goodbye before Persephone hung up. A grin slowly crept into her face as she thought about Zena a bit more. Her driver shuddered again as she looked in the rear view mirror and saw that grin. Persephone looked almost cat-like at how smug and content her smile was. 

They had been a lot less confident, and a lot more scared, when they had followed some internet rumors about a goddess who could grant your wishes. In the modern day, Persephone’s temples had been a lot more hidden than they were in Ancient Greece, but they were still able to be found if you knew what you were looking for. In those days, it had been back alley BDSM clubs. For an uninitiated college student like Zena, that club had looked like a lion’s den, waiting to eat them up the moment they went inside. 

They had been shaking out of fear the first time Zena and Persephone had met. Persephone at this point had become used to the kind of requests that came her way: requests for the ability to seize power, the ability to enact revenge, to take and control. She hadn’t been expecting the young, meek Zena to come up to her and sheepishly ask for help getting a girlfriend. It was quaint enough that Persephone told Zena the words they needed to say to the person they wanted to fall in love with them, and shooed them off.  

The next day, Zena rushed back in, getting on their knees in front of Persephone and thanking her repeatedly, over and over, while offering anything in return for what Persephone had done. Persephone had made Zena one of her followers, given them a gift that made them more captivating and hypnotic, and had them devote themselves to do whatever Persephone would ask of them from then on. 

That had eventually become the next iteration of her temple in the modern day: what, on the surface, was a convention for all matters hypnosis, but was more covertly a celebration of Persephone. She repeatedly had a good time exploring what mortals were doing with her talents, now that they had become more normalized among people and yet still veiled in a shroud of mystery and disbelief. 

“Mistress, we’ll be approaching the convention center soon. Do you have anything in particular you want me to do when I get there?” 

“I’m very likely to be a while dear so make sure you enjoy yourself. Get a few drinks, flirt a bit, maybe bring a girl back with you if you’re feeling up to having a good time…but I want you ready outside of my room at eight in the morning, as always.” 

“Yes Mistress.” The driver responded automatically. Persephone could see the convention center approaching on the horizon, and quickly made sure that every part of her look was correct. There was no way she was going to not make an impact. 

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The driver held open the door to the convention center as Persephone confidently strode inside, looking around as various people milled about, moving from workshop to workshop or leaving to grab something to eat. Most people noticed Persephone and watched her walk by, almost entranced, before remembering what they were doing and continuing on their way. Some of the convention goers openly stared at her as she went by, feeling the tug of attraction from her confident demeanor and the barest hint of divinity she let out. 

The less experienced were tempted and ensnared in the way that Persephone held herself, but that wasn’t the case for everyone. At least one dominant beckoned their sub closer to them, trying to keep them as far away from Persephone as possible, while some subs clung closer to their dominant as she walked by. Persephone was a confident predator, walking in a place full of potentially fun prey for her to snatch up. The more you had been around, the more likely you would have heard the rumors or had seen her in action. 

Persephone walked up to an information desk, the woman behind the desk looking up at her disinterestedly before jumping in her seat, the phone she was holding falling between her legs. 

“M-My apologies. I-I was told you were coming, just one moment.” She stammered out, her fingers shaking as she punched in a phone number on a hard-wired phone sitting on the desk. Persephone chuckled before turning around and resting against the desk. 

‘I’m sure she has no idea who I really am, but I’m glad Zena is making sure that people know I’m important. They’ve been such a fantastic follower to have. Truly making everything that I could want easy to get…’

The loud thuds of boots cut through the otherwise idle chatter of the center as a person in a suit quickly approached Persephone, before immediately doing a small bow. Their outfit was immaculately professional by most standards outside of the pair of leather boots that went up their legs to below the knees. They were hardly seen without them, even when they were younger.

“I’m always quite impressed at how much presence those boots give you as you walk through a room. I know the standards of the times now suggest that women should be wearing heels but you’ve provided quite the counterargument, Zena.” Zena blushed crimson, before shaking their head. 

“T-thank you for the compliment, Goddess. I also agree that heels are stu-stupid.” Behind Persephone, the receptionist’s eyes widened at Zena blushing and practically shaking in their boots.

“Now Zena, you’re always like this. You’re really not all that different from the cute little college student that wandered into my temple all that long ago. Be a bit more confident in yourself, will you~?” Persephone quickly closed the gap between her and Zena, delicately using the very tip of finger to lift Zena’s chin to look at them eye to eye. Zena shuddered, barely needing to be led along as their chin lifted upwards. 

“It has been quite some time for you, hasn’t it? I’m sure that must be part of it. You’re burning with excitement to find yourself kneeling in front of me again, is that it Zena?” Zena let a pitiful whine escape their lips as their legs threatened to buckle out from under them. All they could muster up the willpower was gently nod, barely able to move Persephone’s finger with her weak gesture. Persephone’s eyes gleamed and almost seemed to glitter even under the fluorescent lighting of the convention center as her grin went wider and wider, looming over Zena as they were helpless to resist. 

“Good. I’m very glad none of this has gotten to your head, dear. We’ll have all the fun in the world once I’m done with my arrangements. You have a convention to run, don’t you?” Zena nodded again, seemingly with even less strength than before until Persephone backed away and her smile faltered a bit. Zena shook their head as they struggled to focus themselves, before looking at the receptionist. Her eyes were wide with shock, the phone hanging limply from her hands as she looked at the melted puddle of a person that was in the shape of her boss. 

‘Come on, don’t melt completely in front of the employees. You need to be the tough boss for them.’ Zena repeated over and over again as they finally regained their ground. 

“Of course, Goddess. Would you like to settle your affairs before exploring the convention, or afterwards?” Zena’s voice held only the slightest timber of nervous excitement. They still couldn’t look Persephone quite in the eye, but they were managing to return back into the mindset of being the confident, go-getter they had made a name for themselves as.

“Due to the short notice, I think I’m going to need a little bit of extra time to work on her. That might work out nicely regardless, I don’t believe I’ve ever actually walked around with them in tow either…that would probably circulate a lot more interesting stories about me, wouldn’t it?” Persephone chuckled, followed by the awkward laugh of Zena as well. 

“Will you be kind enough to escort me Zena? I know that I’ve been to this center once or twice before, but I can never get the layout of this place in my head. I really would not want to get lost around here after all~”

“Of course, Goddess.” Zena replied before turning around and slowly walking forward, looking back to make sure that Persephone was following them. 

‘Always part of the ritual for her. This is her fifth time here and she always has me escort her. I…mmm…think she enjoys how important it makes her look, to be personally escorted by me.’ As they walked, Zena always noticed how many eyes would be snagged and ensnared by her Goddess. There were always new people, bright-eyed and naive, who wondered who the beautifully enchanting woman following the person running the event was. Their eyes would always catch, follow, and linger after she was gone. There were those who regarded her with suspicion and maybe a hint of fear, yet found they simply couldn’t resist the pull she had on them. They had probably heard one story or another of her voracious appetites and her propensity for making women who caught her eye follow her like love sick puppies. 

Then there were those like Francesca, who were veterans in the scene for at least a decade or more, who went out of their way to warmly greet Persephone. There were always exactly two groups: the ones that, like Zena, referred to her as Goddess, which were her followers. Francesca belonged to the other group, the acquaintances and sometimes mortal friends of Persephone who called her by her pseudonym, Allegra. 

‘Allegra, the charming and independently wealthy socialite who you were always lucky to actually meet, and whose digital trail leaves behind just enough to not be suspicious. I suppose I will never quite know what it’s like to know ‘Allegra’. I’m not even allowed to call her that. I remember the one time I did and…’ Zena stopped as they struggled to focus. They could hear Francesca and Persephone talking behind them, so their sudden stop had gone mostly unnoticed, but they tried to remember about the incident.

‘She was angry I didn’t call her Goddess…and even though she understood…there was a punish…a punishment…I think. I don’t remember. Why don’t I remember? Did Goddess make sure I wouldn’t?’ Zena jumped a bit as they felt a tap on their shoulder, turning around to see Persephone smiling gently at them. 

“It’s very kind of you to give me time to catch up with old friends, Zena, but let’s make haste, shall we?” Persephone’s tone wasn’t angry or even annoyed, but Zena nodded and continued walking. Seeing their Goddess’s face had reminded them that everything was okay. They had devoted themselves to Persephone, and there was no need to worry about their Goddess at all. 

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“Here it is, Goddess. Your room, just as you requested it. The woman will be in shortly, of course.” Zena said, bowing as they opened the door for their Goddess. Persephone walked in and smiled at the room that had been quickly, but skillfully, transformed from a normal convention room into a place where sex and passion could be freely explored. 

“You always do such good work, Zena. You can go now.” Zena nodded and slowly shut the door behind their Goddess before walking away to go work on one of the many other issues that they had to handle about the convention. Persephone walked over to a black leather sofa that had been prepared, propped against the left wall of the room in front of a table with a whole display of drinks, fruits, and other small snacks, and sat down, sighing as she let herself sink into the comfortable furniture. 

It wasn’t long before there was a gentle knock at the door. If there had been any noise or commotion in the room, it would have gone unnoticed, but the quiet, timid noise of knuckles meeting door was easily heard by Persephone alone. 

“Come on in.” Persephone said, easily dropping her voice into that low, intoxicating tone that made others around her blush. The door quietly opened and a brunette peeked her head around the door, scanning the room until she caught her eyes with Persephone. The woman blushed before pushing the door open a bit more, squeezing herself through the crack, allowing the door to rest just slightly ajar. 

“I’m sure you’re very nervous, and that’s okay, darling. Come, sit. Enjoy the food.” Persephone stretched her arm as she mimed sweeping it across the table, showing it off. The woman nodded and blushed a little harder, before quietly pushing the door shut. 

“Y-you’re. God I feel really silly asking this. B-but, you’re her, aren’t you?” the woman asked, her voice loud as she fidgeted nervously close to the door. Persephone smiled before shifting her position so that she directly faced the woman. 

“Her? You’re going to have to be more specific, dear. I could be anyone you know.” The woman took a deep breath, and balled up her hands into fist, clearly trying to build up the courage to keep speaking. 

“You’re…Persephone. You’re a goddess right? Zena was telling the truth right? This isn’t a prank or a secret camera thing? I’m not gonna be on a reality TV show right? I didn’t even think if I would even recognize a goddess. You could just be their dom for all I know, and sure that would be ni-” the woman spoke quickly, before Persephone raised her hand into the air. The woman stopped speaking and looked at, waiting to see what Persephone was doing. 

Persephone began to twist her hand in the air, making her fingers flow back and forth as magic began to concentrate and form on her fingertips. Bright streaks of purple and pitch black formed in the air and began to swirl around each other, forming an intricate pattern that the woman watched intently, her jaw dropping as she watched in awe. Then, suddenly, as soon as it began, Persephone closed her hand, causing the streaks of magic to fade away and disappear, and grinned widely at the young woman. 

“I’m sure you can recognize a goddess. It’s not that hard.” The woman blushed crimson before taking a few, quick, unsteady steps forward, her breath quickening as she looked as Persephone. Persephone nodded, patting the seat cushion next to her, giving permission for the woman to quickly scurry over and sit next to her. 

“Holy shit you’re…real. You’re really real.” The woman’s eyes lit up as the information started to set in, her smile growing wide and giddy. 

“That I am. Now, for what reason have you sought me out, dear? Tell me your name and your struggles. Your Goddess will listen.” Persephone gave a gentle smile, as the woman sitting next to her took a deep breath. 

“Well I’m Helena and I heard about you because I found some of the online videos that Zena had done that were recordings of some of their earlier conference panels and then I emailed them for more information and they invited me here and we talked about my expectations and I said that I was tired and stressed and wanted to try this stuff out but I was worried because I had played around with it when I was younger and nothing happened and-” Helena talked at a mile a minute as Persephone rubbed her forehead, unable to keep up. 

“Darling, slow down. I don’t need your entire life story. You met Zena and they told you about me, I assume.” Helena nodded vigorously. 

“Yes! They said that you were the absolute best at hypnosis, and that even if she struggled that you would be able to get me under. That’s all I really want you know, to go under and forget about my awful, stressful life. Just be able to get away from it, you know.” Persephone nodded and smiled, Helena oblivious to the subtle change in demeanor as she reached across and started playing with Helena’s hair. 

“That is…certainly something I can do for you, my dear. I’m not just the best at hypnosis, I’m the goddess of it. I’m a life-changing experience.” Helena fidgeted in her seat, clearly excited. Persephone brought her hand in front of Helena’s face, and brought her index finger into her field of vision. 

“All I want you to do now is to look at my finger really closely for me. You’re going to see something wonderful dancing on my fingertip if you do. It’ll be just like before, when I gave you that little show of what I could do. But it’ll work best if you really stare and focus on it.” Helena nodded and gulped as she looked at Persephone’s fingertip, gasping quietly as purple and black sparks began to arc back and forth over it. They seemingly formed a pattern she could easily look at, before breaking and moving erratically, throwing Helena a little bit off before they started to reorganize once again in that familiar pattern. 

“I can tell when I lose your focus darling. Every time you aren’t paying attention to me, the pretty pattern you see on my finger will break and you’ll need to focus harder in order to make it reappear. The longer you see it, the better a job you’re doing at staying focused and listening to me, and the better you do at that, the better you will be at going into trance for me.” Helena nodded, slowly, which caused the pattern to break again as she refocused on the finger. 

Persephone chuckled as she watched the light in Helena’s eyes begin to fade away. Persephone’s ability to mesmerize on her own merits were strong enough that it didn’t matter if Helena was particularly difficult to hypnotize and put into trance conventionally. But Persephone really enjoyed the power that added suggestions gave to her abilities. Brute forcing Helena into the type of perfect mindlessness that she needed would have worked, but this was far more interesting.  

A thin line of drool started to form in Helena’s mouth as her jaw slowly became slack and opened up, the pattern between Persephone’s fingers having not broken for a couple minutes. Persephone chuckled as she slowly moved her hand, taking the intricate construction of magic between her fingers and slowly snuffing it away, closing her fingers slowly and deliberately as Helena watched, unable to turn away.

“You’ve done very well. You’re very good at focusing on what is important, and now it's time for the final step. I’m going to slowly stop my little trick and every time I do so,” Persephone’s ring and thumbs fingers meet together for emphasis, causing a brief flash of purple light that Helena barely reacts to, “you’re going to feel yourself fading away. That’s normal. You’re going into trance for me, where your self is going to feel so much less important than what I am about to do for you. Nod for me if you understand.” 

Helena’s weak nod made Persephone smile. Her hand was almost fully closed now, and she was going to be a good Goddess and give her exactly what she wanted. The chance to get away from her life, to let all of her stress fly away like a breeze and never return. As the last of her fingers came together, and as the final spark of magic burst and faded away, Helena’s head slumped over, her body falling onto the couch as her muscles went limp. Persephone slid over, almost slithering like a snake ready to swallow its meal, as she hovered over her. Persephone’s eyes were practically glowing a bright shade of purple, gleaming as her grin spread across her face, hungry and predatory. She leaned her head down, right next to Helena’s, and began to whisper gently into her ear. 

She whispered all kinds of strange and wonderful truths to the woman that had been brought in for her, whose name Persephone couldn’t bother to remember. It would be replaced with priestess soon enough. Many changes would need to be made in order to make her the perfect priestess. Her drab, brown hair would need to be replaced with vibrant, red locks that would frame her lovely face. Her lackluster breasts would need to be made bigger and fuller, her hips widened, her fingers slender and deft. All of her desires and dreams would become simply serving her goddess, Persephone, for the rest of her life. 

Just as Persephone reached forward with her left hand to start to work her magic across her new priestess’s hair, there was a loud knock on the door. Persephone flashed an angry look at the door, which hadn’t budged, but soon enough the loud knock repeated itself again. 

“Zena, this better be something really important if you’re choosing to bother me now.” 

“Rest assured Persephone, I am not one of your followers. May I please come in?” Persephone’s face darkened as she gritted her teeth in anger. The voice that came from the other side of the door was not Zena’s lovely voice, but a voice just as familiar. It was colder, harsher, the sound of a horses’ hooves on a cobblestone street in the middle of the night. Of promises unkept, of tears that flowed like rivers. Persephone waved a hand over her priestess, blocking her out from the world around her, before glaring at the door. 

“Come in then, Hades.” The door opened slowly, and the haggard face of Hades slipped through, although he was dressed much closer to a mortician than a Greek god. He looked down at the priestess slumped over on the couch, and sighed loudly before shutting the door. 

“I should have known that this would be the purpose of your visit. Your priestesses make for remarkably well-behaved souls once they pass on, although that’s because you do your best to make them as pliant as possible, isn’t it?” Persephone chuckled as she reached forward and grabbed a small wedge of cheese, taking a small bite out of it. 

“Is Hades going to reprimand me for my morals? Truly?” Hades sighed again, sitting on a plush chair opposite the sofa before taking some of the pomegranate seeds that had been part of the display.

“Kidnapping a woman every so often is admittedly pretty low rent amongst the gods, but times have changed you know. They’ve gotten more clever than they used to be.”

“So have I, Hades. I suppose you’d know if there were more family get-togethers, huh?” Persephone’s tone was mocking, smiling as she watched Hades’ face shift in annoyance ever so slightly. 

“I suppose though, it is much harder to get all the Olympiads together now, isn’t it? There aren’t that many of us with domains left. You and I, Hades, are the lucky ones. We’re the ones that have managed to resist the ravages of the paradigm of ‘science’.” This time it was Hades’ time to chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be so smug about it. You’re closer than you think. Death will always be the last mystery for mankind, an unbreachable wall for as long as they choose to remain fascinated with it. The mind, while complex, is a solvable riddle.” 

“I think you’re forgetting something. My domain is not the mind, Hades. It is transformation. It is a domain much like yours. Forever the fascination of man, and forever just out of reach of science.” Persephone took another bite of her cheese, before grumbling a bit. “It would be nice however if I stopped getting requests to make girls into dolls.” Hades chuckled softly, before they looked at each other briefly. 

“I do apologize for not reaching out ever since you and Demeter had a falling out. I truthfully don’t even know what happened between the two of you.” Persephone shifted uncomfortably.

“I am not going into it with you. I pieced together what Mother had done to me, that is all, or rather I should say, what she had done to the mortal woman, Lyra. I’ll get over it in another couple hundred years or so.”  

“Do you still consider yourself different? That is quite surprising.” 

“I don’t have her memories. I barely know anything about her. If it wasn’t for the clues that your wife left to me, I never would have figured it out. I am not truly angry either. She was.” At this point, Persephone had pulled out a cigarette from a small pocket hidden inside of her outfit, and willed it aflame with her magic, puffing on it slowly. Small, perfectly shaped rings of smoke slowly wafted away from her, making Hades roll his eyes.

“So this is your rebellious phase then? You’re going to get back at her by distancing yourself and enjoying the modern world?” Persephone laughed shrilly in response, taking a large puff of her cigarette. 

“We can’t go back, you know that. We can freely visit the vistas of the future, but we must inevitably obey the marching of time. Might as well benefit from what we can right now.” Persephone flicked some cigarette ashes onto the floor, before taking another bite of the cheese. She looked over to her new priestess, as her hair was beginning to change color slowly, starting at the roots. Her face fell a bit as a sense of melancholy gripped her heart, before she took another puff of her cigarette to dispel it.

“Well, you are always welcome to visit. Despoina and I will always welcome you.” Persephone grimaced a bit at the sound of Despoina’s name. 

“I haven’t…had the heart. Give her my apologies. One of these days I’ll give her a tour of one of these conventions to make up for it.” Hades nodded and stood up, walking quickly towards the door and opening it. Before he walked out however, he took one look back at Persephone, finishing her cigarette, and looked down at the woman who was being transformed into one of her priestesses. By this point, her hair had almost become completely red, and now the other changes to her body were beginning to take hold. 

“I’ll let her know. By the way…have you ever wondered why you feel the need to do that? Make all of your priestesses look exactly the same? I was able to figure it out, eventually.” Hades flinched as the still burning butt of Persephone’s cigarette went flying towards his face, just missing and falling into the floor, smoldering away as Persephone glared at him. 

“No. Leave.” Hades complied, shutting the door behind him as Persephone sighed loudly, rubbing her forehead as the cigarette went out before it could cause any damage to the flooring. She stood up, before looking over at her priestess, dazed and changing on her couch. Her hand reached out and groped one of her priestess’ new, blossoming breasts, causing the woman to let out a weak moan in response, and Persephone chuckled. 

“I missed out on so much because of him. He can be a real bastard sometimes, so you’re going to have to make up for it, beautiful. Maybe I’ll make you eat me out under the table in public. That would be a lot of fun. You wouldn’t even think of saying no.” Persephone climbed on top of her priestess, licking her lips as her arms explored underneath the priestess’s modern clothes, as she nestled herself right back up to her priestess’s ear. 

“Let’s finish you, darling.”

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Persephone walked through the major convention floor, once again drawing the looks of much of the passerby. Some of it was due to her natural aura once again, but many more people were looking at the woman who was obediently following behind her, dressed in the same revealing purple and gold colored outfit that all of her priestesses wore. Persephone stopped multiple times in order to greet people that she knew, and every time she did, the woman stopped right beside her, dutifully doing whatever Persephone wanted. 

“You have such a wonderfully trained subject, Allegra! I didn’t know you were hiding such a wonderful gem of a woman from all of us.” A woman in a black and white pinstripe suit was sitting at a temporary booth, with two girls on either side of her clinging onto her, mewling and nuzzling her as she looked up at Persephone. The two women were dressed in nothing but metallic gold bikinis and a pair of cheap looking cat-ears on the top of their heads, the outfits leaving practically nothing to Persephone’s imagination. It was gaudy and over the top, but Persephone couldn’t help but find a bit of joy in how the mortals were willing to indulge herself with just a fraction of what she could do. 

“Well, Ms. Clark, I tend to be very secretive with my girls. You know how so many people are willing to spin wild rumors about me. She’s very special to me as well. I haven’t shown her off in public for a long time.” Persephone chuckled, thinking back to a small coven of women she had occasionally met with in the late 1600s. Her priestess had been the primary intermediary between her and the women who wished to meet her, relaying their wishes and Persephone’s demands of them. 

“It’s Janine, I told you already. I know you really like to be polite and all but we’ve known each other for fifteen years at this point,” Janine looked at Persephone’s priestess, ogling her body as much as she could, “You definitely spared no expense on her outfit. I’d consider the sexy priestess look a little bit old-fashioned in the kink world right now, but the material and tailoring you used is fantastic on her. What’s her name, actually? I mean, you know my two girls already.” Persephone had no clue what the name of Janine’s two girls were. She had probably been told before, but she never cared to remember.

“Go on.” Persephone whispered to her priestess, a sly looking grin on her face as her priestess quickly nodded.

“I don’t have a name. I do not need a name. I exist to serve my role as my Goddess’s priestess.” It was distinctly Helena’s voice that came out of her priestess’s mouth, although all the traces of the shy, easily excitable girl had been wiped clean. Her delivery was smooth and even, and it made Janine laugh a bit as she flashed a cocky smile at Persephone. 

“That’s the kind of roleplay you’re into, huh? Honestly, it’s really fitting. You definitely give off that goddess vibe sometimes you know?” 

“That’s very flattering, Janine. Admittedly, I wouldn’t have guessed the type of person the serious internet security CEO Janine Clark moonlighted as on the side, so there’s some merit to defying expectations too. It’s certainly a lot more interesting that way.” Janine scratched the back of her head with some amount of embarrassment, before reaching over and roughly grabbing the ass of the girl on her right, causing her to squeak and mewl out pathetically. 

“It’s mostly just a good thing I haven’t been caught. I don’t think I’d lose my position over it or anything, but we’d get calls from the kinds of dumbasses you’d expect. The look and the hair and the attitude are all part of it.” Persephone smiled and nodded. Janine kept her hair cut quite short, with the left side of her head being mostly shaved down, but wore a high quality wig when she was working and doing stuff in the public eye. 

“You certainly do a good job of image management. That’s why we’re partners after all. But I do have to go, Janine. When it comes to these kinds of events there are usually so many more people I have to talk to who want my attention, and so many of them want to gawk at my lovely priestess now.” Janine reached her hand out to stop Persephone, sitting herself up straight.

“One last thing. How about one of these days you stop by my penthouse with your little priestess and we can swap girls? You get to see what good girls Lily and Tulip are and I get to enjoy,” Janine took one last look at Persephone’s priestess, the hunger in her gaze nakedly apparent, “your wonderful specimen over there. It’ll be a good time!” Persephone’s demeanor barely shifted, but Janine suddenly felt a chill go down her spine and a bead of sweat roll down her face. Her heartbeat quickened as suddenly Persephone seemed almost larger than life.

“A tempting offer. Not without its price of course. If you were willing to cut the costs of our contract with each other down by, say, 80%, and call me Goddess for the evening that would do. Although, I think a visit would be charming with or without her.” Janine chuckled, her heart beating in her chest as she leaned back. For the first time the entire day, the CEO in the pinstripe suit looked completely cornered and out of her element. She couldn’t explain why exactly the woman in front of her suddenly felt so terrifying.

“I-I’ll call you, then. You d-don’t have to bring her, of course. It can just be a lovely evening with the four of us.” Persephone’s eyes shimmered in the light as a smirk spread across her face.

“Deal. Ta ta, Ms. Clark.”