As the train gently rocked through the city’s golden twilight, a man couldn’t help but notice the stunning figure sitting across from him. Her skin shimmered under the soft lights of the subway car, barely concealed by a glistening blue bikini. Curved horns peeked through her dark hair, and her glowing eyes pierced the air like moonlight through clouds.

He swallowed hard, then leaned slightly forward, curiosity overcoming hesitation.

"Excuse me... but—why are you dressed like that? In the subway?"

Athena turned to him slowly, a sly smile forming at the edge of her lips. Her voice, silky and confident, filled the small space between them.

"Would you believe me if I said it was a dare?" she teased.
"Or that I lost a bet?" Her gaze locked with his, playful and piercing.

She leaned in, her scent like wild orchids and ozone.

"Truth is…" she whispered, her voice lowering just enough to make him lean closer, "I'm a goddess on holiday. And when gods take vacations, we dress to feel the sun on our skin—even underground."

Her fingers traced the golden armrest beside her lazily, her legs crossed with casual dominance.

"But maybe…" she added, with a soft laugh, "I dressed like this just to see how long it would take before someone brave enough talked to me."

The man flushed, caught between awe and arousal. Athena tilted her head, then smiled deeper, her fangs barely visible.

"Tell me your name, mortal," she said, "and maybe I’ll tell you what happens when the train reaches the last station." (The real heat starts In Patreon)