Rati, Hindu goddess of carnal desire, lust, and sexual pleasure

A curvy Hindu woman garbed in traditional Hindu dress entered the office.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Agapi, but I believe we have an important," her English was nigh-perfect, with a slight hint of an accent.

"Ms. Ranya Datta?" Eros ventured. Even in her conservative dress her ample charms were clear in her heavy breasts and the flare of her hips.

She smiled. "Indeed. Though we are behind closed doors. Please use my real name, Eros."

"Happily, Rati. I must say you are lovelier than I imagined." He laughed. "I know that sounds like a corny line, but it's the truth."

She chuckled in response. "Not at all. I'm always flattered when a handsome man compliments me."

"Please, have a seat," he said, indicating the chair in front of his desk.

"Thank you." She turned to sit down, giving Eros a moment to admire the arch of her backside before she sat down. "I admit I am intrigued as to why you asked me to see you. I mean I can imagine, though it's no secret that you're "scouting" recruits for your organization from families other than your own."

He nodded. "That is indeed why I asked you here, Rati. From everything I've learned about you, I imagine you would be a perfect fit for MMHI."

"Perhaps," she mused with a coy smile. "Though there are those within my family that believe you are up to something more."

"I am spreading a message of love. How is that harmful?" Eros asked her.

"To those like you and I? Nothing. However there are others who are a bit..well let's say suspicious. You must know how important loyalty is among my fellows, yes?"

"I do."

"Then perhaps you would like to explain more regarding this proposal of yours? And rhetorically, the benefits to me?"