Have I just walked into a Riddle Game?

"Who should I choose?" I asked Eris, my pulse racing.

"FOUR! NO WAIT THREE! THREE STOO... FUCK that's a good one too... Well, If it were me? I'd just eat the apple myself. Oh, you're going to get an apple by the way. Ah shit It's too early for you to... hell with it." She reached behind her back, and pulled forth what looked exactly like a golden delicious apple.

She tossed the fruit to me underhanded, and I instinctively caught the item as it fell into my hand. It felt incredibly heavy for a moment. Solid. I glanced down and thought I saw letters on it, before they faded from my view.

"Who wants the sucker prizes, right? Go Big or Go Home. But are you really that selfish? Then again, none of this really matters. You could always just say fuck those girls, give it right back to me and have a nice fun little screw, right here, right now."

Her garment shifted almost imperceptibly, but there was far more of her skin on display now then there was before.

"I mean you, me, secluded beach. Who would know? Somebody doesn't like it, they can just pretend it never happened. Tons of mortals CLAIM they fucked a goddess. Maybe some of them weren't lying. Maybe some of them were given a hell of a good offer. Maybe the fact I'm ovulating might sweeten the deal a bit." She grinned at me. "I know what you like. You can even have the knocked up a goddess fantasy."

"I'm talking fucking hot sex with a woman who can be ANYTHING." Eris pouted, running her hand down her chest. "Raw... sex on the beach. So dangerous... you can even **** me if that's how you want it... "She lay back on the sand and threw her hands over her head, "Put me in my place. I'll even scream and everything. No possible way I could resist you..." She gasped, arching her back and rotating her hips against an imagined assailant. "Struggle against you before you overcome me... Beg you not to breed me... Beg you to show mercy... Please... please...no... I can't... you'll oh no... don't... stop... don't stop... NO DON'T STOP!!!"

I said nothing. I had to keep it together.

"Just say yes. Just give it to me... stud... and you can have me... You can conquer me. Show me the error of my ways with your lover's touch..."

Eris' face took on an sadistic smirk as I continued to say nothing. I breathed deeply, trying to remember that she still hadn't answered my question. She sat up, and tilted her head to the side. She snorted, her eyes taking on a look of disbelief.

"What, you think that you're going to get with the daddy's girl, the cheerleader or the student body president when this is over? Pfft. Come on, you're mortal. The second you choose her, Slutty McSlutface's going to run back to her Dom and finally get laid after teasing the hell out of you like she did. I know who she's got picked out for you. Why settle for one frigid cunt, when you can have... ALL of them... At the same time... I can make that happen... As real as this."

Eris' eyes scanned mine for some kind of reaction, her smile twisted into something cruel, something angry. I remembered Charlotte's face. Her eager breath, her mouth open, ready to be used. She had led me on, and at the last second begged me to spare her from the consequences...

"OH NO Wait! You don't want to cheat on your WIFE! Just so you know, My Mom is NOT your wife. Nowadays Daddy just has to push a button. Pick her, and you're going to be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your miserable, short days. She's just as sick as I am. She will fucking rub your face in it too. She LIKES to do that! You know what they call people who put up with that? A SUCKER. Or maybe there's another C in there. Not sure which they'll call you, but you'll DESERVE it."

I said nothing. She was trying to get a reaction. Trying to get me angry. It... was working. I could feel my anger starting to grow as I reflected over what Kaila had said. What she had... what she had let me believe.

"And then there's the little ice queen. The original Hooters Girl. I mean, everybody thinks, OOOH, just pick her! Well go ahead and try it. I mean, I'm a LITTLE surprised you didn't figure that one out. You know how strippers get the best tips, right? Pretending to be interested in men's stupid shit! The best whores? The REALLY good ones? They never fuck the mark. They always leave him wanting more."

Eris's voice became harsh, judging. But Helen had... she had been perfect. In every way. She had talked to me, listened to me, believed in me.

"You Think you're SPECIAL to her, don't you? You think you're the only one. You were always SO FUCKING FAITHFUL! Course there are a few rumors about you, you know. Really NASTY little rumors. If you trust Romans that is..."

She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, looking up at me with a smile born of pure malice. Her gaze bored into me with a cruel twist. She... it felt true. Like she knew something about me that was worse than anything before.

"But the truth is so much worse, isn't it? You were on your knees for her whenever she wanted. No wonder you kept that shawl. Needed to wipe your face. Bet you got off from the smell of her on you. Every single day. I know she got off to that. I know you liked how wet it made her. She Loved the fact that she was the only one good enough for you. You two spend all day, every day in a weaving room for years. YEARS and get almost nothing done... "

Eris rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Men can be so fucking stupid, can't they? You spend Years scissoring G.I. Jane, who keeps your husband out of trouble in return... You know what they call women who do that, don't you?"

"News Flash, Penelope. Lez Counts."

Eris looked at me with a nasty gleam in her eye.

"You don't even have a constellation, the biggest sucker prize of them all. You're a toy that sat on the shelf at the carnival for two decades, conning a bunch of rubes to fork over the cash. When it was over, you ended up sitting on the same damn shelf until you got thrown out. When I turned over the trash pile of humanity to pick a diversion, you just happened to be near the top. I just changed ONE tiny..."

She ran her tongue over her lips seductively.

"Well, maybe not SO tiny thing. Unlike those bitches, I'm at least willing to give you some playtime. The chance to have... Whatever. You. Want. Just ask me for it."