Music washed over the souls of the men and women sitting in the shadows of the private club as a young woman danced on the stage in a beautiful peacock themed costume. Every dip, spin and roll of strong, flexible muscles accentuated with the silver body paint that coiled around creamy sun-kissed skin like vines around a strong tree.
As the young woman danced, a group of handsome men entered, momentarily distracting the young woman, as an undeniable urge to run flooded through her body; despite what her instincts were screaming at her, she paid them no heed and continued dancing. After all, this was the last dance she would have to perform for that week.
When the music finally slowed to a stop, the young woman bowed as the stage went dark. Taking advantage of the darkness the peacock dancer slipped into the back room where the other entertainers lingered, be it for their chance to dance or on stand by for any possible requests that may come in.
"Percy!" The young woman scowled but turned to face her boss in any case.
"Yeah, boss?" Sea green eyes narrowed on the man who had "taken her off the streets".
"You have a Request. Room 3. You know the rules." The young woman, Percy, growled in irritation but turned and walked to the one room she had no desire to enter.
The men that Percy had seen earlier were sitting comfortably around a low and wide table, delicate tea cups, slowly growing cold, sitting in front of them.
"What the fuck do you want?" Percy snarls, her hands crossed in front of her as her normally sea green eyes blazed like Greek fire.
Poseidon, startled from his thoughts by the harsh words, stared at his little girl in shock. Percy, his precious Sea Princess had grown into a beautiful woman, far out stripping Aphrodite.
"Well? I haven't got all night, I have classes in the morning and this shit isn't going to wash itself off." Percy snarled motioning to the silver paint that decorated her bronze flesh.