Who: Arachne and Paparazzi What: Paparazzi wants to see Arachne change Where: LA hotel penthouse suite When: Monday afternoon Warnings: There will be spiders
It wasn't that Arachne minded company. Being alone in the deserts had made her touch something inside of her that she didn't like. That line between woman and monster was blurring. And she didn't want to end up like Medusa. Half crazed and not even sure of why she was there.
That, and Arachne did want for companionship. She felt lonely. Her own Gods cared not for her. Paparazzi did. Arachne was sure the Goddess had some reason for it, and apparently it was because the Goddess wanted to see Arachne change.
She'd warned Paparazzi it might not happen, or that it could take days. And even if she did, she doubted she was entertaining. Watching a spider couldn't be that amusing. She sat on the couch in the penthouse, playing with a few of her fabrics. She might as well get some work done while she was here.