“Is this a welcome I will receive from an Olympian?” I asked the god of truth that stopped trying to get dressed right in front of us, “The Imperial Crown Prince of the Empire of Plurinational Alliance Xenocracy doesn’t just get himself and his personal assistant locked in a room against their wills by an Olympian Major God, they are also subjected to s****l harrasment.”
Thankfully that made him stop from removing his towel to put on his gold boxer shorts and his eyes began to shine angrily with the very power of the sun itself, “s****l harassment?”
“Yes, Lord Apollo, s****l harassment. Unless undressing in front of underaged teenagers, one is the de facto leader of the mortals, can be defined as something different?” I asked pointedly as he looked at his wet torso and finally bega
