[Tangerine]

The leather strips forming her skirt flared out as she strode across the stone floor. Her thighs tensed with her steps, calves rippling. Thank gods her toned legs once again didn't fail to carry her to the very peak of the world. Ascending Olympus was no easy task for mortals, but her discreet duty demanded it quite often as of late.

Placed upon her by Zeus, Elena’s job was a peculiar one. It was about giving the gods a slap on the wrist in his name and when he deemed necessary. Alright. It wasn't exactly on the wrist.

Why exactly the mighty king of the gods didn't do it himself? Well, it was a mystery why didn't these all powerful gods do everything themselves. Regardless, Elena didn't dare to question the divine orders. Besides, she didn't really hate seeing how wobbly these gods could get.

As a soldier, she knew well how to swing a blade, which naturally made her proficient with anything with a handle. The enchanted paddle dangling at her hip was no exception. Apart from that, she was also gifted with special bracers that provided her hands with the necessary might to make things, well, sore.

With her red cape pooling behind her, she finally entered the temple. The stone pillars she walked through at the entrance made her feel small. Well, smaller than five foot three. The stone walls surrounding the looming hall accentuated her footsteps. And they would do the same for other sounds as well.

“Aphrodite, the temptress of desire,” Elena knelt before the goddess. After lifting her gaze, she was quick to get to the point. “By decree of Zeus, you are to be held responsible for your late sins and face the penalty.”