"How so?"
"Everyone shouldn't be bimbos and sluts. But," Athena said, reaching down to pick up the wishing stone, "I think the world would be better off if it were more like us."
Jenna smiled. "I see what you mean."
"Do you, really? No, dear. It isn't just about doing what you did... and I am just workshopping it as I go along... A world of bimbos? Useless. Nothing would get done... same with a world of Goths. However if we had real power..." Athena opened her hand in front of Jenna.
"Give me your Stone," Athena commanded.
Jenna only realised what she was doing just before she dropped the Stone onto her new Mistress' hand.
"Jenna!" Zoe cried. "You must do as our Mistress commands."
Jenna' s hand shook. She had to. She had to obey the command but something... the taste of power, the magic of the Stone, was making it hard to let go.
"Look at me, Jenna. Look into my eyes," Athena commanded.
Jenna looked up and felt a thrill not unlike the desire she had felt earlier when she had helped create those bimbos. She all but moaned.
