Hemera was laying down in a ridiculously comfortable chair, and her hands were currently being peeled and made pretty. Bonefish were currently working their rather gross magic on her feet, and she was wearing a luxurious robe. Her eyes were covered with cucumber slices, and her skin was covered in a grey goo that was supposed to make her even more beautiful than she already was. Pheme was next to her, of course. Hemera rarely went anywhere without her best friends (either Pheme or Amphitrite) by her side, and today was no different.
Leaning back a bit further in her chair, Hemera let out a soft sigh and turned her head slightly to the side, so that one of the cucumber slices moved and allowed her to see Pheme. “This is paradise. A really, really expensive paradise,” she said, her voice dreamy. “So… Now that we are alone - ish…. What happened last night? You totally disappeared on me at that club for a while. Did anything interesting happen?”
They’d been sitting in their comfortable chairs for quite some time, enjoying the pleasures of luxury massages and peelings on their faces even more expensive than a three course menu at some fance restaurant. Anyway, she couldn’t care less about the money as she cared more for her fame, for the gossip around and the joys of life and Hemera. Instead she smirked at Hemeras words, clearly and audibly enjoying everything she said. Every time the two of them left to some expensice hideout at the beach or anywhere else, really, the goddess felt a special tranquility inside herself hiding behind a wall of self-absorbed, nosy and extrovert behavior which she rarely felt with someone else. Hemera remained the only person who could truly calm her down, even though she was like a tornado destroying everything in her wake once she got to tell everyone about the sad lives the gods lived. Even then, with her being a shining personality in the show business, while being a well known and loved show host, Hemera had ways of stopping her for once, of binding her to something she could on to next to her gossip.
“Oh honey let’s not talk about money right now. Like I care. You know you’re worth far far more than that. Expensive, my ass. I hope those are organic cuccumber slices, at least. Just the best for you, darling,” Pheme grinned at her best friend as she already looked at her with one eye, which was freed from the slice. “Oh, you mean Damian? Oh, you mean at the club? Oh damn, I believe his name was something like... Anton ---- Anthony ---- maybe? Honestly I got weak in no time. He had a freaking English accent, jeez. I would’ve taken you with me, but honestly I just wanted him for me, all alone.”
