[Over the millennia, The Lord of the Underworld learned to take many forms, each one tailored to a specific purpose or to elicit a certain reaction out of those who gazed upon him. Traveling to the world above for an evening's entertainment, he was a handsome human male in an expensive and impeccably-tailored gray suit. He was ushered wordlessly into the club and left alone in the large room with all its many specialized appointments.
In the center stood a young woman, bound in the most tantalizing way, and-- most intriguingly of all-- holding herself not fearfully at all.
Hades strode to the girl and circled her, looking her over approvingly. Finally, he stopped in front of her. His fingertip just barely flicked against the long cord that ran down the center of her torso, dove between her thighs and came back up, vibrating it just for a moment.]
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In the center stood a young woman, bound in the most tantalizing way, and-- most intriguingly of all-- holding herself not fearfully at all.
Hades strode to the girl and circled her, looking her over approvingly. Finally, he stopped in front of her. His fingertip just barely flicked against the long cord that ran down the center of her torso, dove between her thighs and came back up, vibrating it just for a moment.]
Did they tell you who I am?