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Nemesis looked down on the world from where she perched, with a cold, analytical glare. Lifting the directional beacon that Hephaestus had given her from her hip, she saw it pointing her toward the middle of the city. This meant that she would need to blend in. Nemesis hated blending in.
Cupid had hung up with her after denying her invitation, but that was all right. He probably would have read too much into the invitation, anyway. Nemesis had no interest in developing a relationship, romantic or otherwise, with Cupid. His innate ability to sense and generate strong emotional fields would have made him a valuable companion on this venture though. Aside from that, it was easier for a woman to blend in when they were with a partner. Many men, when in a social arena, will see a woman with
