“No!” By Olympus, no! Erato would have crossed her arms across her chest if she could have, defensive of her body. Of course everything about her was perfect: milky smooth skin, breasts just the right size, ample hips, long legs. Anything to ruin that would ruin the sort of creativity she inspired, and that was what she feared.
“Bugs! I hate bugs!” she shrieked, wishing she could twist away from Hybris’ mocking face so close to hers. She wasn’t that keen on bugs, but it was better than inviting being flayed alive.