Night time, Athens Greece. Nestled beneath the Parthenon at the base of the Acropolis sits the oldest neighborhood in Athens. Plaka, also affectionately known as 'The Neighborhood of the Gods. Fitting right? Because lo and behold guess who lives here. Atara. The Goddess. Light of so many eyes and the feature of this piece of obviously.

Her home is dark so we won't get into the details of it's, believe it or not, rather plain decor and besides its her home. She doesn't exactly need a ton of lighting to navigate. We will mention the echoes and reverberating bass of rap song meandering through the walls (the above song) and the almost perfect match of voice that accompanied it. Atara's voice.

Singing along seemingly oblivious to the camera in her face she sways and bobs her head to the music. Having a real moment for herself she's lost to the rhythm.

In the seconds it takes for all to be completely dismissed the camera zooms closer to Atty and accidently makes a noise that jars her from her revelry. Aegean blues snapped to the lens and in in painfully obvious pretend shock she gasps before snapping immediately to her normal self.

"Oh! Oh...Hello Doves!"

"Is it promo time already?"

*The camera shakes yes*

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realize it was time. Did Vee let you in?"

*The camera shakes yes*

"Awesome. Let me finish and we'll....I'm sorry? What was that?"

"Who is Vee?"

*The camera confirms*

Atara's light bright as sapphires beneath an afternoon Greek sun and she beams wide, a lustful curl of her lips.

"Mhmm...Vee,"

The scene blips out suddenly for just a second. Enough time for a brief image and a sudden porno-ish uuunh or whatever. I'm not describing it. If John doesn't have to. Me either.



Back to Atara's face. Bottom lip tucked gently under teeth she's nodding in self satisfied approval.

"That's Vee. Victoria Strader. One of the OCW people and before anyone says anything yes I know. We're at finger quote war finger quote with that company but I...."

"....I'm sorry? What?"

"Oh right, of course. That question."

"Always. Aphrodite remember, patron of prostitutes, lesbians, and whatever else gets your dick hard. The Goddess really encompasses the whole sexual spectrum, Doves and symbolizes all the things that motivate man and woman alike to get off their ass and achieve. Not just a pair of boobs for you to stare at in the museum and not feel guilty. You'd know that if you weren't so 'pegged' down by conventional patriarchal dogma that weighs you with the moral decency yada yada and whatever I don't have the vocabulary to explain."

"But hey...do the whole thing you do anyway. I'm not the one sleeping alone or with a guilty conscience. Annnnyyywho....

"We'll get to John in a moment, but I'm a little busy and a little bladder shy."

Before the scene can fade out a the steady sound of water hitting is heard.