Hera reclined in her chair, fanned by her two maid-servants, but she was anything but restful.
Not too long ago, she had walked in on Zeus and one of her female servants entangled in a 'compromising' situation. Just the thought made her boil with rage and thoughts of revenge. That particular servant had been one of Hera's closest companions- one whom she had shared her real feelings with in regards to Zeus' infidelities. But she had never thought the silly girl would double cross her like this. But, then again, she would not have been prepared to combat the charm and power of the King of Gods, Hera tried to reason.
But as much as she tried to reason, Hera could not erase the image of her husband and another woman -not even half as powerful or as beautiful as herself- joined together in a way only married couples, or lovers commited to each other, should be. As she thought about this, her fingers sunk deep into the cushions, and she glanced with narrowed, distrustful eyes at her current maid servants. That other untrustworthy servant girl was disposed of, and would never be spoken of again.
"Your drink, m'lady." A servant girl stepped forward, young, panting with the desire to please. As she bent forward and extended her drink out to Hera, Hera caught sight of the ample cleavage, and Hera immediately flared up with anger.
She smacked the drink out of her hand, the girl cried out, "Ah!", and the juice was spilled everywhere.
"Clean it up," Hera snarled. "And I am thirsty still, so fetch me another drink. In a bigger cup this time."
The girl, still shaking from the event, nodded, and began cleaning. The girl was on all fours, and as Hera watched the gentle sway of the girls butt under the thin clothing, she imagined Zeus walking in and admiring this view, so she immediately screeched: "Get up! Get up! Just fetch me my drink!"
The girl, startled, started and ran for the door. Hera stared at her in contempt the whole time. Noticing the silence in the room, she looked at her two maid servants who had stopped fanning.
"Well," Hera motioned irritably. "Keep fanning."
The maid-servants immediately began frantically fanning.