Sanity wasn't highly prized by the gods who ran Pathema. Eros wanted sex and Justine knew that at least one other wanted order. The others were a mystery to her, though she was unconcerned with them since they didn't appear powerful enough to thwart Eros.

She wore a loose dress that draped in lovely arcs, showing off a bit of skin at her hips, her waist and a plunging neckline. The dress was meant to look like robes but only by design, they were far sturdier and wouldn't slip from Justine's curve frame.

Justine paused when she saw the strange man exit the temple. Like him her hair was raven black while dark eyes shimmered with passing curiosity. "May I ask where you're headed stranger?" Her voice was sweet and cool, matching her pleasant features.