Athena was laying on her towel by the beach, sun on her back, water still dripping down her curves. She knew people were staring. She liked it.

Behind her, four young guys pulled out their phones.
“Hey… nice booty.”
“Dude, that’s the Draenei girl.”
“She’s insane. Gorgeous…”

She turned her head slowly, sunglasses still on.
“You think you can just take pictures of me?”
Her voice was cold. Confident.
“I’m not your little beach fantasy. I’m your Goddess.”

They froze. One guy dropped his phone.

She stood up halfway and looked down at them.
“You don’t look at me for free. You think of me, you desire me, until you are obsessed. Then tribute...

-For those thighs... I will follow you to the end of the earth!

They were quiet. One got on his knees. The others followed.

“Good boys,” she smirked.
“Now beg for a chance to be useful.”

And just like that, the beach became her throne.