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place.
    Hades had a beautiful marble palace set deep in the rock, filled with attendants. Gems spilled from coffers, and ghostly handmaids were nearby to await her every pleasure. There was even an underground garden that surrounded his palace, and Rose wasted no time in heading there.
    No flowers. Damn it.
    She’d explored the rest of the palace, though, and every nook and cranny possible. She’d surveyed the grounds around the palace and had even gone to some of the closer planes with an escort. No flower. She was determined to keep looking, though. She’d find one somewhere.
    Even though she couldn’t seem to find the object of her weird quest, she didn’t mind so much. This place was not boring. Not in the slightest. The sunny fields above? Dull and full of even duller nymphs who couldn’t hold a conversation if it was handed to them. The underworld palace? Full of gems and ghosts with stories, monsters, visiting immortals, and other crazy shit that was fascinating. This place was anything but boring.
    Still, she was alone for the most part. Where was Hades? Why was he ignoring her?
    ~*~
    Rose woke up from a nap when one of the servants approached her bed and bowed. “Lady, the lord wishes for me to serve you.”
    Rose yawned and stretched, adjusting her chiton. “Serve me? How?”
    “He knows you have been walking the palace grounds and that you are not eating. He is concerned. May I give you a massage to relax you, lady? My fingers are quite gentle.”
    A… massage? That sounded heavenly. She smiled. “A massage would be awesome. Go for
    it.”
    The woman nodded and gestured at a nearby low couch. “Disrobe and lie here.”
    Rose unfastened her chiton and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it. She was naked in front of the nymphs quite frequently, and Hades’s ghostly attendants were much like them. It didn’t bother her, and she lay down on the couch with a small sigh.
    At her side, the woman produced a small jar of scented oil and poured a bit into her hands.
    She rubbed them together and then slicked them over Rose’s back.
    Rose groaned with pleasure. The woman’s hands were warm with oil and stroked over her skin. “That feels wonderful.”
    “I’m glad you like it,” the woman said in a soft voice. Her fingers glided over Rose’s skin.
    “Hades thought this might please you.”
    He knew her well, Rose mused. She closed her eyes and lay her head down, relaxing under the massage. The woman’s hands stroked over every inch of her skin, back and forth, her motions calming and soothing as she worked through Rose’s muscles. Her hands glided down Rose’s thighs and between them, lightly brushing over the sensitive, intimate skin of her sex.
    Rose’s eyes flew open at the touch, even as it sparked something deep in her belly. She stiffened, wondering if she had imagined it.
    The girl’s hands continued to move over her skin, stroking and smoothing over muscles. Her fingers spread and she worked over the rounded globes of Rose’s bottom, her thumbs brushing against the crease that was beginning to seep with moisture.
    Definitely not imagining things. A dark shudder of desire racked her. Was this what Hades had sent to her? He wanted her to let this woman touch her? Pleasure her?
    That wicked, naughty man.
    When the girl’s hands stroked between her legs again, Rose fought the moan rising in her throat. She clamped her legs shut and sat up on the table, wrapping a long swath of fabric around her body. “You’re really nice and all, but this isn’t what I want.”
    While the servant’s hands felt good, Rose didn’t want her touch. She thought of Hades’s big body looming over her own, stroking his cock as he gazed down upon her. He’d wanted her…
    but hadn’t touched her. Why?
    The woman looked taken aback. “If I have offended you, lady—”
    “You haven’t,” Rose said in a soft voice. “But I want you to take me to Lord Hades.”
    If she was going to get worked into a