WE'LL STAY GOLD FOREVER

the image of Aphrodite herself

The woman and her brother stood side by side. She made sure all the whores around her knew that Cerberus was hers. No one else. Neph let her ash dipped tail dance across his softly as her sister replied to her congratulations. "Thank you, little dove." Nephele smiled and nodded. The little creature was an image of complete perfection. Yet, as her sister spoke to the others she knew she had competition. The golden marked Princess was to make her mark. She would not settle for some rank that they gave her. No, she would challenge. She would work. Sweat, bleed, and hurt. The woman may look like miss prissy, but she was not just some pretty girl. She was a warrior at heart. Born to be a Tyrant like her mother and her darling Artemis. Yet, as she listened to the Queen, her eyes did not waver from Arts. Nephele leaned on Cerb a little more, her head held high. The lady had no time for some student rank, but she knew she would have to take it. She had already been practicing. She won her first spar, like the champion she was. The girl had confidence, but she was no where near as infamous as her sister. "My Tyrant, you will never see slacking from me. I will bleed for you. You will see." The girl was firm and serious. No one would see her slack. No one.

"speech" ?