[dated October 27]

[poison_lipstick]

It wasn't unusual for Saffron to be found at the club in the afternoons, either getting caught up on paperwork or practicing her routine. Today, though, she was there for an audition, one she found kind of amusing. His reputation preceded him - even in the 26th century, folks still knew about the Greek gods - so Saffron figured he'd have moves. She

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[winged_cupid]

Cupid's been dancing around this (so to speak) for a couple of weeks and maybe it's the lingering echo of his mother's voice telling him why he shouldn't do this, but it's right up his alley. Honestly, what part of Greece doesn't have a hot god doing a little twist here and there and making people's private parts do their own tango? Plus, he's hot. He's way hot, and why should he deprive the mortals of that?

Cupid arrives without bow and arrows and without the tights, only wearing the leather skirt and a broad grin on his face. "Would you be the gorgeous woman in charge?" he asks with a tone that implies he's winking every step of the way.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron looked up with a brilliant smile, which only broadened when she saw the incredibly gorgeous and muscular blond in her doorway. "I would," she replied, standing and walking over to meet him. "I'm Helen. And you must be Cupid." She would have thought the wings would be silly-looking, but seeing him now, Saffron could tell that wasn't the case at all.

[winged_cupid]

"The god himself," he concurs with a smooth nod and a bow, approaching and taking her palm into his hand to press a kiss there. "Helen," he greets her. "I knew a Helen once. I'm sure that you could cause just as much trouble as she could."

[poison_lipstick]

And a gentleman to boot, which was nice, though Saffron wasn't particularly surprised. "The Helen whose face launched a thousand ships?" she asked. "I'm from far, far beyond her time, but I've heard a little bit about her. So, I hear you're interested in auditioning for me?"