Free Origin ARS 6 by Scottie Futch Page B

At the moment they were relatively normal, but she knew that it would not be long before less friendly questions were asked.
    "Show us your tits!" called one guy with a camera. "The fans demand service!"
    "Wow, that didn't take long," remarked Mid as she exited the car.
    "You'll have to wait for the signing boys," said Origin in a warm, slightly strained, voice. "I'm not even dressed properly, yet."
    The god who had called for fanservicing made a booing sound, but then smiled. "I better get there early then!"
    The ridiculous deity turned quickly and trotted off to find a good seat. Origin fought her desire to roll her eyes. She had to remain calm and try to seem friendly, even toward idiots like that one. It was for the sake of ARS. This tour would be pointless if she started slapping people around for being hormonally challenged fools.
    After meeting and greeting with the press, the four deities made their way up to their individual rooms. Origin entered her dressing room then sighed at the dress that she had to wear. It was one of her game goddess dresses. It had an appearance similar to a mid-thigh length golden toga. That would not be so bad, but the toga was diaphanous. If she wore only that, there would be no mystery left due to its thin translucent nature. Underneath the sort-of dress, she would wear a white micro-bikini with a golden hoop clasp in the center. It was a wrap-around deal that barely covered the important parts.
    Origin sighed at the so-called dress. "Am I selling a life experience, or my body?" she murmured. Still, it was expected. At least the bits of jewelry were pretty and the boots at least looked like something that a divine warrior might wear. They were white with little cream colored highlighted edges. There were also feathery gold colored wings that flowed from the back of them.
    "At least there's a cape." If nothing else she could wrap it around herself to hide her shame after leaving the stage.
    She disrobed then looked at herself in the mirror. Origin twisted at the hips then leaned left and right. A soft smile came to her lips as she remembered her beach adventure. "Oh, Scott. What are you missing?"
    Origin glanced over to the supposed dress after she stopped gazing upon her naked glory. A brief moment later, she snorted. "I ran around practically naked for weeks on end, but this is the thing that embarrasses me?"
    With some reluctance, she set about dressing herself. After she finished, she placed a golden tiara upon her head then looked at herself in the mirror once more. A sweet and beautiful girl looked back at her. Origin smiled gently then took a deep breath. Her charming and warm personality seemed to shift as her face became more stoic, icy. As much as she hated it, she had a reputation to uphold.
    Over time she had developed a reputation for being an ice queen, an untouchable goddess among goddesses. As much as she would like to correct those assumptions, it was part of her brand identity now.
    She adjusted her hair and then readjusted her breasts slightly. After an experimental shimmy, she nodded then turned imperiously away from the mirror. Public relations was like a never-ending war against obscurity. The time for battle had come again. Armed with charm, grace, and mythic-tier feminine assets, Origin was ready to enter the fray once more.
     
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    Shadows and light, they were that which brought contrast and clarity to the world. It was shadows and light that allowed the human eye to see. Should a human eye bear witness to the soft shimmer of reflection bouncing from the surface of a certain small forest-enshrouded pond, that eye would also see a sight most glorious.
    "Shall I wash your back, Ero?" asked Karsi in a sweet and motherly tone.
    "Yes, please," said human form Ero as she stood naked in the water.
    The equally nude elf maiden began her delicate work while Ero closed her eyes and smiled gently. The last two days had been absolute bliss. Surrounded by the natural