The grand mirrors of Hestia's chambers reflected a sight that would captivate any man. She stood tall, gazing at her own reflection as her maids worked around her. The soft fabrics of her gown clung to her figure, carefully selected to accentuate her beauty in ways that would leave no doubt about her intentions tonight.
The emerald green dress, made of the finest silk, cascaded down her body, embracing her curves with precision. Its plunging neckline was daring, revealing enough to entice but still cloaked in a veil of subtlety, just as she had planned.
Her maids, sensing the importance of the evening, worked in silence, delicately placing each curl of her dark hair just so, allowing strands to tumble artfully down her back. One maid held up an array of sparkling jewels, but Hestia shook her head. No, tonight wasn't about grandeur. Tonight was about her. Her beauty. Her allure.
