Heracles' kitchen is built for a heroine and her diet; a massive fridge, slick marble tops, golden adornments in every vertical surface, metal sinks without a single stain, a stove under a smoke extractor, an oven with a loud alarm and only the most cushy seats to eat on.
The redhead is eating dinner on her own when she sees a familiar face wandering in, but not the one she's dating...
"I think you have the wrong house, @Morpheus."
@Heracles Mo is naked, and clearly drunk. She stumbles down the hallway and puts a finger to her lips.
“Shhhhh… What my dear sister doesn’t know won’t hurt us…”
Aimo has been drugged with a very powerful sedative and paralytic, so the goddess and the heroine won’t be interrupted.
@Morpheus The very first question on Heracles' mind is 'where is Morpheus' husband?'
The owner of the house is not polygamic like Aphrodite and Achilles, and her principles will never allow her to cheat on Mel. To see her wife's twin this drunk and thirsty for her is raising flags redder than her hair.
"What is this?! There are plenty of others out there for you to shag!"
@Heracles Mo gives her sister-in-law a quizzical look. “Shag? No, no, no. Mel asked me to come here. She’s at my and Aimo’s place right now. But…” Hiccup. “…I needed some Dutch courage before I talked to you about something.”
Mo staggers in and plunks herself down in Mel’s easy chair. The cushion hugs her buttocks nicely, an advantage of having a twin.
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