Liza - Goddess of The Parthenon

Millia whipped around to see Jack standing in the doorway, a cold smirk on his face. How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? She felt her face heat up with embarrassment as she quickly pulled her dress down to cover herself.

Liza glanced over at him, looking annoyed. “What are you doing here, Jack? Can't you see we're busy?” She reached for Millia again, but the nymph stepped away quickly.

“This wasn't what we agreed upon, Liza. I promised to ask Millia if she'd be up for a dance or two on the stage in front of the patrons, not... this,” Jack said, gesturing to their disheveled appearance. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but this seems awfully close to taking advantage of the situation to me.”

Liza scowled at him. “Don't be ridiculous, Jack. Millia and I are both consenting adults. What we do in private is none of your concern.” She reached out to touch Millia's arm, but the nymph jerked away. “Besides, this is just part of the audition process.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? You're sure a court of law would see it that way too, I suppose? That they'd agree this was all just part of a dance audition? I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you in that regard, my dear. The legal system would call this sexual harassment at the very least, if not outright sexual ****.”

Liza's face turned red with anger. “How dare you!” she exclaimed. “You have no right to tell me what to do, Jack. This is my club, and I'll do whatever I want.” She stood up, advancing on Jack menacingly. He didn't back down, though. Instead, he just looked at her calmly, his arms crossed over his chest. Millia watched them, still trying to process what had just happened.

“Of course, this is your club, Liza,” Jack agreed. “And of course you can do as you please, within reasonable limits. But I'm not going to let you do whatever you want with Millia. She's my responsibility now.” He looked over at the nymph, his eyes softening slightly. “She may be new to this place, and somewhat naive, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of her.”

Liza snorted. “Please, Jack. You don't care about Millia. You're just jealous because she's paying attention to me instead of you.” She smirked, clearly pleased with herself for coming up with such a clever explanation for Jack's interference. Millia bristled at the woman's words.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Millia, do you want me to leave? I swear on your mother, I will respect your choice without any repercussions, good or bad. What would you prefer?" He looked at Millia with an unreadable expression.

Millia looked between the two of them, her heart still racing from Liza's touch. She wanted more of what they had been doing, wanted to know how it felt to give in to her desires. But at the same time, she was grateful to Jack for stopping things before they went too far. She needed time to think, to figure out what she wanted. And right now, that meant getting away from Liza and the overwhelming sensations she evoked. Besides, the source of her shameful desire hadn't been the woman anyway.

She looked at Jack. “I don’t want you to leave,” she said quietly. Jack nodded and turned back to Liza.

“There you have it. She doesn’t want me to leave. That’s good enough for me,” he said. Liza scowled, her face still red with anger.

“Fine,” she spat. “But this isn’t over, Jack. This is the last time you will interrupt me like this. Don't for a second think you can decide who gets what around here, because that's not how this works." She looked at him with hatred in her eyes. "When all is said and done, I'm the goddess of this place and you're just a fucking ant, a disgusting insect not even worth the effort to trample beneath my fucking foot, you fat piece of shit!" Her chest was heaving with rage.

Millia didn't know she was moving until her hand connected with Liza's cheek in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by stunned silence as everyone processed what had just happened. Millia was breathing hard, her eyes flashing with anger.

“How dare you speak to my human that way?” she demanded. “He is worth more than a hundred of you, you vile, pathetic creature.” She advanced on Liza, who stumbled backward in surprise. "Ask any of the women working here who brings more worth, him or you? Who makes them feel secure while surrounded by slobbering men all night long? Who makes them laugh when they're down, and who’s there when someone calls them a bitch?" And she slapped the woman again, even harder than the first time.

Liza raised a hand to her stinging cheek, shock clear on her face. “How fucking dare you, you little brat?” she hissed. “I’m your boss. You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Oh yes, I can,” Millia said, her voice cold. “And if you ever speak to Jack like that again, I’ll do much worse than just slap you.” She balled her hands into fists at her sides, her body trembling with rage. She had never felt such a strong desire to hurt someone before. It was frightening and exhilarating all at once. But if anyone was going to harm Jack, it was going to be her. No one else. He was hers.

Liza's eyes flickered between the nymph and Jack, clearly trying to process what was happening. After a moment, she seemed to regain her composure. “Get out,” she spat at Millia. “You’re fired. I don’t ever want to see your face in my club again.”

Millia felt something stir within her, something primal, something powerful. And then it was gone. She shook her head to clear it and looked at Liza with contempt. "I resign," she said. "I wouldn't work for you for anything in the world. You're disgusting." She turned on her heel and stormed out of the office, Jack following close behind.