@cataclysmiicx
The grin on Eris’s face grew wider with each step she took down towards the basement. Someone was being naughty, the goddess felt it the moment she stepped foot into the hotel. Unfortunately as The Mercado was hosting a rather important event for her husband it had taken, in her opinion, far too long to slip out. Eris was grateful however that she had decided against the long ensemble and went with the simpler deep green tube dress with intricate golden embroidery running up the entire right side, emulating a tree: an apple tree much to the private amusement of the goddess.
The Goddess masquerading as a fashion mogul reached the bottom of the stairs and it seemed a crossroads. Both options felt wonderful but she could no slit herself in two so she made her choice. Following the hallway Eris came upon a set of double doors, they were of course locked when tried them, that could be fixed. It didn’t take much of her powers to get past the doors, mortal so called security measures were quite pathetic from her point of view.
What she found delighted her, although the goddess had no clue as to it’s purpose. It was a machine of some sort, it most definitely did not belong in a hotel basement. Eris’s golden heels clicked lightly on the concrete floor as she circled the beautiful monstrosity. The mirror’s that filled the room must, she figured also have something to do with whatever was being planned, but as there was no indication of what this machine was for in this room Eris only spared a second thought for the mirrors as she enjoyed the effect of her movements being reflected back at her from all angles as she moved examining things.
Perhaps the second path would give her the information she needed.
