Less than fifteen minutes later, Hades stood dressed in a skirt made of leather strips that hung midthigh and nothing more. Normally he would not mind this, but it was the fact that it was for Hera’s pleasure. Not to mention that Hermes had taken entirely too long dusting gold on his skin with the smallest fan brush Hades had ever seen. “What are you doing?” Hades asked, itching to cross his arms over his chest. “Highlighting,” Hermes replied. “Why?” Hades gritted out. “To draw attention to your…assets.” Hades looked down, noting he was almost covered in the gold dust. Hermes, who was bent eye
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