Things have been going well for him, Hercules was on cloud nine at the moment proud of himself as he re-read his post in the classified section of the local newspaper. The demi-god was told by one of the village elders in the park as they played the game of ‘checkers’ things were simpler when it was just looking for someone or something in the paper. Which was why Hercules spent some of his money on an ad, not just any ad. One that could change his life and the of his current master William.

Hercules re-read the ad again beaming with pride,

“Generous, seven-foot-tall Greek chiseled god looking for new master/s must be flexible and willing to take direction. Open minded is a must. Applicant must be capable of magic, if you know what I mean! Men or women, all genders are welcome! The more the merrier! Serious applicants only, not looking for a one time use. Must be willing to demonstrate abilities and perform on demand. Applicant must have great stamina and can go all night if needed! Call @@@-@@@@ to schedule face to face.”

His voice carried in the early hours of the morning as his master’s wheel squeaked into the room. “Did you make coffee? I’m pretty sure I’m hearing things.” “Not only coffee but I made waffles as well!” he boomed as he stood up from the table he was sitting at. ”For you and my guests!” the god poured a cup of the black liquid into a mug and offered it up to his master. Teenagers loved coffee!

“I’m not hungry... and guests?”

Hercules frowned and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer as he plated three oversized waffles and some strips of bacon. ”Nonsense!”” he poured a few more cups of coffee and placed them at the table. ”No master of mine will skip the most important meal of the day!” “I’m gonna be late for school, I don’t have time to eat.” “William!” Hercules scolded the teenager. William sighed and picked up a fork and wheeled himself closer to the table to eat. “Fine...”

Hercules left the paper out on the table already forgetting to mention to his master what he had done. ”Mornin’, is that coffee?” “It is! And breakfast!” the demi-god boomed glad someone seemed excited for his meal.

William almost choked on his coffee when three people walked out of the room that belonged to Hercules. A male and two females shuffled out looking disheveled and exhausted from a long night. All three of them had lipstick smeared on their cheeks. That was when William finally noticed Hercules had some on his cheeks.... and his chest. “Put on some clothes...” William sighed loudly and tried to ignore the situation by looking over the morning paper.

”Whose the kid? the man asked. “Owner of the place you are staying in.” replied the teenager as he bit into some waffles. “Master, these are my guests. I met them last night after I called them from the personals. I discovered the newspaper yesterday!” Hercules beamed with pride as he offered a plate to the two women. One of the women shook her head and Hercules handed the plate over to the next guest.

“Herc... tell me you didn’t take out an ad... calling yourself a god.”

”But of course! Why wouldn’t I?” he smiled chewing a large piece of bacon. ”Why would I lie? I am a god!” ”I’ll say.” one of the women said slapping the prince of powers rear.

“..... I can’t deal with this right now.... I’m going to school early... just make sure this is all cleaned up when I get back.” The squeaking of the wheels led for a dramatic exit as the door slammed behind him.

Hercules sighed, ”Apologies for William. He’s not much of a morning person. Maybe he doesn’t like waffles?” looking over to his ‘guests’ ”How much do I owe you for last night? I did not expect to have that much fun!” he asked curiously sipping from an oversized mug that fit in his hands perfectly.

”Free of charge. You did all the work.” the first woman said. The man gave a thumbs up and pointed to the first woman who commented and then the other woman nodded in agreement. ”If you ever want to show us any other things you know, it was nice learning something new!” Hercules nodded his head, it was common to have such a reaction. He was a god after all.

”I’m afraid it will have to wait, I’m expecting many phone calls today with potential masters!” he said eyeing his phone enthusiastically. Surely there was another mystic out there who was willing to help the god of willpower with his burden.

Life had gotten more exciting since her baptism. Or her well drinking ceremony? It was functionally a baptism, though it made sense for a cult to use its own branding. Leah was a pro at branding that engaged the girls and the clients. The Welldrinkers had inconsistent branding, but sometimes you just had the right goods to make up for it.

After a lifetime of practice and faith, knowing magic was part of her life, Madison was now manifesting that magic in a tangible way. The club was abuzz with girls enthused about spells they were practicing, some even planning late night rendezvous to collaborate on rituals.

Okay, some of those might not have been entirely about magic. Still, the fledgling Mystics were full of energy lately, absorbed in their new studies. It was crucial, then, not to forget the more mundane aspects of life to look forward to, like birthdays. Brandi had her special day coming up, and Madison was taking the lead on doing something special for her coworker’s… tastes.

Looking through personal ads, some people stood out, but either they were not Brandi’s taste or they were boisterous doms, which were far off the mark. It wasn’t until an ad caught her eye: buff, chiseled, tall, and looking for a master? That was the dream. Brandi would go gaga for her birthday entertainment if this guy was everything he promised.

There was one line in the ad that caught her by surprise. Applicant must be capable of magic. Madison was oblivious, but she knew that could be a turn of phrase. Clients regularly called her magic on the pole, which was sweet, but not magical. Well, not until recently. This guy might have been embellishing, or he could be searching for Mystics. If it was the latter, she should be mindful, right? Yeah, that’s what Leah would tell her; be careful, a think she was historically not.

With her chai latte in hand and the newspaper laid out on her kitchen table, she placed the call to the number. ”Hi! I was looking for a Greek God in need of a master or two?”

Elbow grease took on a new meaning when the Hercules was involved. The prince of powers bare chest glowed as he scrubbed the frying pan that was left over from his breakfast after everyone ate the waffles and left.

The god beamed when he got rid of some previous smudge that was too much for the dishwasher. Looking over to said appliance he beamed, ”Most powerful... Ha! I bested you again.” there was a ringing. It wasn’t the kitchen appliance retorting to him. No it was his phone, from a new number his phone didn’t know.

Could it be!?!? Was it.... A potential new master calling him? The sudden sense of joy caused him to reshape the frying pan he was holding and he frowned at his reflection disappointed. Dropping the pan on the counter he fumbled for the cellular device with his wet hands then hit the answer button. He took a deep breath and his glowing faded.

”Ha Ha! Yes! Y-you saw my ad!?!?” he boomed as he responded failing to conceal his joy. The idea of gathering another master was one he didn’t think much on till he started to notice the toll it took on his current master. It just meant he needed more masters to draw less on his current one. That or stop saving people and as a protector of all mortals that wasn’t an option. He could not deny who he was and why should he?

”While I can’t see you, look no further! You have called me! Hercules! I’m the one looking for a new master! Or two!” he said relishing the idea of pulling even less power from his current teenaged master.

”May I have you’re name?” he asked suddenly not sure how to proceed. He never took out a news ad before and the last caller just breathed heavily into the phone refusing to offer a location so Hercules could come save them. The current voice at least sounded not to be out of breath.

This was not the first time in Madison’s life when she called a sex worker for a possible job and it would not be the last, but something about this ‘Hercules’ seemed different. Even before he picked up, she felt that tingle, like something was clicking in place in the universe.

The voice on the other end of the line was exuberant. Madison could get behind that energy! ”I did see you ad! It was very intriguing. I know the girls all loved it!” Some of the girls had their doubts, but a club full of recently-gifted witches were typically open-minded.

Whoever this man asking for a “master” was, he did not mind being in service to two masters. If he was looking for a situation where it would be the more the better, she could offer that. Some people liked the attention in that line of work. Madison should know; her livelihood was earned on a stage, after all.

The man sounded worn out. Maybe she had caught him at the end of a job? He asked about her name. In her line of work, she was conservative with giving out her given name without cause. Besides, if she ever came across the fae, having a go-to alias would be helpful. ”You can call me Bubbles for now. There are plenty of girls who would be interested in meeting you if you’re a fan of groups. Though I’m curious what kind of ‘magical’ experience you’re looking to offer my friends and I, Herc.”

She saw the ad! The giant fist pumped and jumped once when she responded. His mouth dropped when she said the the girls all loved it. Girls... implying more than herself and another. The demi-gods mouth closed at the prospect of multiple masters. Multiple people to draw power from... A tear came to his eye at the thought of his current master being able to heal properly once he stopped pulling so much power from him.

The god was day dreaming again and snapped back to attention by clearing his throat and started to dry the dishes. He was capable of multi-tasking. A fact he was quite proud of. No doubt something his future master would be proud of as well.

”Bubbles?” Hercules asked at once when the name was given, he immediately thought of the little creations kids made when he went on ‘patrol’ through central park. He hadn’t met any one named bubbled yet. ”That’s an adorable name!” he said over the phone taking the drying towel and wiping the pan he just cleaned. He might have also reformed the pan during the process without realizing it.

”Oh ho?” he asked starting to chuckle. ”I’m a big fan of groups! As the ad states the more the merrier!” he beamed rereading the ad in his head again as he continued to talk, and dry dishes bringing his multi-tasking skills to a whole new level.

Hercules stopped himself from answering bubbles it wasn’t that he couldn’t but he was told not to talk about magic that much to strangers. It was more for William’s safety than anything and if he was talking to a stranger over the phone about magic... he didn’t know who could be listening. However she was a serious applicant so he felt more conflicted than ever. ”Why would I spoil the surprise?” he said teasing at first but then added, ”The jaw dropping kind.” he was always amazed what Mortals could do with magic when they set their mind to something.

”I’d like to meet with you and your girls individually or in a group, in a setting of your choice if possible so you can see what I’m about! I’m confident in my talents and believe you will be impressed once you see them!” he said smiling and setting the pan down and started on the next round of dishes he cleaned.

Bubbles was an obvious alias, and Madison was ready to be questioned when it was repeated back to her. The universe was kinder than expected, and Hercules did nothing but compliment her. He was right, of course; her stage name was adorable. To be fair, Hercules had to be a performer name as well. It was not the type of name most people were just given at birth. And he definitely wasn't... yeah, no, that was a silly thought!

Whoever this "Hercules" was, he was enthusiastic and more than happy to show off, so that was on-brand with the lore of a demigod performing his twelve trials. "That's great! I know how nerve-wracking it can be to perform for a party, so it's good to know you're confident!" This was a gift for Brandi, but most of the girls were open-minded and would love to be there for some of the fun.

They were still dancing around the nature of that fun and that particular word choice: magical. Bubbles wanted more information, but Hercules was playing coy. He was either a showman holding his cards or he was being careful to reveal more about his magic. He could also be playing with words; dropping jaws for more than they expected? Bubbles wished she knew some kind of mind-reading spell to get a definitive answer. She wanted to know if she was talking to an escort or a mystic who was also an escort. Heck, a man like that would be right at home with her friends. "Jaw-dropping. That does sound promising. Okay, if you really want to prove yourself before the big gig, you can meet with me and some of my girls at our club-- Hexes and Hos. You can bring along someone if you'd feel safer with a friend you trust accompanying you." Madison knew what it was like to meet with a private client, and safety was of the utmost importance to her and anyone working at the club.

Bubbles was being so supportive, clearly he did the right thing in releasing the ad in the paper. A fact that Hercules didn’t bother to hide, ”Ah yes, in my youth I was far more shy! However, that is no longer the case!” he flexed and one of the dishes he was drying snapped in half. The god chastised himself mentally and stopped reading the ad he released. He had it memorized anyways. So back to two things.

”Some would say over-confident!” he smirked at the idea. Impossible he was a god. Anything was in his wheel-house. ”However I do have years of practice! I’m excited for the opportunity to impress!” he said smiling and adjusting the phone in the crook between his shoulder and ear.

”Most excellent! You will not be disappointed with the performance I can assure you! I look forward to meeting you!” they never discussed a time but Hercules was already boarding the train on his one track mind. ”Ha! I will not need anyone to accompany me, kind of you to offer but there is little mortals can do to hurt me! See you soon!” he chuckled again and hung. The god had a location, had a contact and now a time. Which was whenever he got there. It might have been clear he was really looking forward to this and after the dishes were done he was out the door.

Stopping for a brief moment he poked his head back though the door and grabbed his club on the way out. If anything it would look good for the ‘performance’ a show of strength was important when approaching new masters. Make them want more.

The cab ride was a quick one once they had the location the cabby didn’t understand why someone like him wanted to go to a club so early in the day but decided it wasn’t worth asking a seven-foot tall giant with a giant baseball bat. ”Thank you for the ride! It is most appreciative!” Hercules said getting out of the cab and grabbing his club. His current choice of wardrobe was a pair of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. Something William said was needed sometimes to make him seem ‘less intimidating’ something he didn’t understand for a protector such as himself. If anything he wanted to intimidate people.

Club in hand he hefted it over his shoulder and strut with purpose to the building. Some neon signs were off in the windows. The god walked over and knocked loudly on the door. ”It is I, Hercules! Here to meet with Bubbles and company!” he didn’t flex out of his shirt yet. That would be part of the show. Everyone was always impressed with that!

Nothing about Hercules sounded shy over the phone, to be sure. Something about the way he spoke made Madi picture him flexing on the other line. She knew what it was like being a confident, enthusiastic entertainer, so the dancer was looking forward to their meeting. All that said, she did not regularly call people mortals, but she chalked that up to Hercules' schtick and the intrigue that came with his whole deal. "Wonderful! I'll text you the details, but we're looking forward to seeing you soon!"

Hanging up and praising herself for a success task completed, Madison got started on the elaborate process of preparing her appearance for a shift. If she was going to the club early, she might as well get her makeup and tan ready for a night on stage afterward.



It was not hard to gather a few dancers. It was a weekend, so they would be coming to the club that night anyway, and auditions for a male escort or stripper sounded too exciting to pass up. Hercules was vague about what he planned on showing them, but he responded to the ad, after all. They kept a bouncer on hand in case there was cause for concern, but Kinsey was getting pretty good at her fireball spell, so with any luck she could deal with the problem if Hercules ended up being a creep. After their call, she really hoped that would not be the case, because he had her curious.

The girls had ordered Thai food and had a table set up along one of the couches to wait in comfort for their lunchtime entertainment. They were not waiting long, as a knock and a loud proclamation came from the door. That exuberance was unmistakable. Bubbles nodded to the bouncer at the door, who opened the way.

The girls' eyes went wide as a titan of a man in a Hawaiian shirt entered the club. Bubbles had asked for a specific type, and Hercules, at a glance, did not disappoint. The poor short sleeves of that Hawaiian shirt were doing all they could to contain muscles on muscles.

Bubbles realized her mouth was hanging open, and as a stripper, this level of gawking would still start putting her off. She gathered herself and smiled. "Hello, Hercules! Nice to officially meet you!" She got up from the table and skipped over to offer her hand, under the watchful eye of her bouncer, for what he was worth. Danesh was big, but Hercules towered over him. "I'm Bubbles. I brought along Chasity, Peaches, and Bambi. We're excited to see what you might have to offer for our friend. And the rest of us," she added, winking playfully. The girls of Hexes and Hos did not mind sharing.

Upon entry the giant of a god sauntered into the building and was greeted Bubbles. She was even more attractive than she sounded on the phone. Hercules ignored the other women and the man for a moment. Not that they all didn’t warrant his attention but his point of contact was indeed Bubbles and he wanted to show his potential future master he was indeed attentive while being surrounded by others.

Hercules set his club down against the wall with a loud ‘thud’ his muscles continued to practically teat out of the Hawaiian shirt. ”Bubbles!” he said committing her name to memory now that he had a face. She was indeed bubbly the way she skipped over to him. Towering over her he too the offered hand delicately not because she was a woman but because he could crush boulders with ease. After a soft but firm shake, ”It is truly an honor to meet you.” he kept eye contact and a warm smile before being introduced to the others.

”Chasity! Peaches! Bambi!” he mock bowed and then waved to each and everyone of them. The prince of power noticed the man off to the side, the one that let him in and Hercules gave a friendly wave to him as well. ”What I have to offer?” Hercules asked grinning all too confident in his appearance. ”Far more than just what meets the eye! he said bowing and stepping away from Bubbles and strutting over to the stage closest his potential masters. Could there be a better location to show off his form that was sculpted by the gods. ”Ha! A stage! Perfect! Allow me to demonstrate!”

”As we discussed Bubbles, I am looking for new masters and I hope one if not all of you can handle the burden!” the god boomed to not only Bubbles but to all in attendance. Once he was center stage he stopped and flexed his chest causing the top three buttons to rip. The poor buttons didn’t stand a chance they all shot off in different directions as he flexed one bicep then the other. On cue the shirt ripped around the arms showing off his tattooed form one sleeve then the other.

Leaning back the remaining front of the shirt gave way sending the rest of the buttons through the air. His tattoos weren’t glowing green yet, however the continued to shift and move along his body as they normally did. ”I can only show off this way once per shirt!” Hercules said finally turning and flexing the rest of his body. His pants groaned under the stress as the rest of the shirt ripped free revealing more of his trials that were imprinted and shifted along his back. ”Hopefully it’s sacrifice won’t be in vein!”

Hercules turned towards the women and struck another pose then spoke, ”Are there any requests? I’d like to show off a bit for my potential masters before we come to an agreement!” he bellowed as he went into another pose this time placing his hands on his hips. His attention shifted to the pole near him. Should he bend it? Would that have impressed them?

Guys with massive muscles were a mixed bag; a bag Madison had experience with personally and professionally. Some insecure assholes overcompensated for their weak personalities with pure physical brawn. Some guys had a "church of the gym" personality and they could be more exhausting than the insecure men if they built up enough of a dudebro god complex. There were also wholesome health enthusiasts (though many of those were sadly gay) and Madison would always have a soft spot for a good himbo. Herc made a good impression on the phone, but she still had to figure out what his deal really was. The handshake said a lot. Firm, treating her with respect, but gentle, because there were times when someone strong showed more by holding their strength back. He was off to a good start. "Likewise!"

They had a few ideas in mind to test Hercules for his role, but he was quick to step up to the stage and show off. Madison took her seat and the thought occurred to her: Hercules knew he was here for sex work, right? They were looking for someone to entertain in more than one sense, and his ad made it sound clear what he was selling. They were vague on the phone, though...

Clattering buttons interrupted Madison's train of thought. The display of musculature and body control was impressive enough to be distracting. Glancing at her friends, she already saw the libidos flaring up in their eyes. He wanted to show off, but Madison had to be responsible and set clear expectations before things got too out of hand. "Before we--"

"Lift our bouncer, Danesh, over your head!"

Madison did a double-take, not surprised Kinsey was enjoying the shows of strength. Danesh shrugged, so Madison let it happen. He was a large man by most standards, though Hercules clearly outpaced him in raw muscle. "Yes, do that. But while you do, I wanted to clarify the work we're proposing." Madison took a breath, figuring out the best way to approach the topic. Hopefully it was nothing. "You mentioned looking for Masters, but we want to clarify what you're looking for. You see, our friend is having a birthday soon, and she has certain... appetites. Appetites that make her want to dominate and subjugate men." She paused, but realized she was still being vague. "Sexually. Were you looking for Masters and Mistresses like that?"

Right before the god of strength bent the pole Bubbles spoke then was cut off by one of the other women in attendance. Hercules looked to the bouncer whose name was Danesh then asked, ”With one hand or two?” he boomed and flexed a little then waved Danesh up to the stage. He seemed hesitant for a second and the prince of power understood. He was perfection and was about to show up the man whose job it was too bounce. Hercules planned on reassuring the man after that he was not interested in his job. Not right now anyway.

”Who am I kidding? I’m supposed to show off for my potential masters!” Danesh stepped onto stage and then was lifted into the air with ease with two hands. Bouncer Danesh let out a surprised look and an even more surprising sound. Two hands shifted to one and his tattoo’s started to glow the more he showed off with one hand.

”Hmmm?” Hercules responded to Bubbles raising an eyebrow while still holding Danesh with his one hand lifting him over his head. Danesh did his best to keep his balance. It was nice the man was helping him the god made note to thank Danesh later. Maybe even offer his services later as a way of ‘thanks’. Hercules believed himself to be a gracious god.

”HA HA HA!” boomed the immortal. ”I’ve had odder requests over the centuries. That is an easy one to fulfill if my masters so wish it!” his tattoo’s glowed more as he tossed the man into the air then caught him in a cradle. ”My thanks Danesh for allowing me to show off my strength! I shall repay the favor one day! Whatever you wish!” he said setting Danesh down and clapping him on the back before returning his attention back to the women.

His tattoo’s faded and then continue to swim across his chiseled flesh, ”Even Aphrodite was impressed with my prowess and enthusiasm!” he flexed again and pointed to the pole. ”Shall I continue to show off and bend this?” he asked now really wanting to and rubbing his hands together.

”I do enjoy the pleasures of the flesh but I was looking for more... magic....” he trailed off remembering what his current Master William had told him. ‘Don’t talk about magic most people don’t know about and shouldn’t!’ he hoped these woman were capable of magic but if not he’d at least have some fun. ”I am willing however to help your friend fulfill her desires even if you aren’t capable of becoming my Master or ...Mistress...”

The suggestion was off the cuff, but Hercules proved his ability to accept a command and perform beyond all logical expectations. The way Herc hefted their well-built bouncer into the air seemed impossible for anyone who was not a mutant, or...

When she looked closer, the tattoos on Herc's body were glowing. If she cleared her mind, finding her center and her connection to the mystic plane, there was a tug toward the display of strength. It was only then that her suspicions were confirmed.

Hercules was the nicest, most physically impressive titan of a Mystic to stroll into her club.

Threatening to bend their stripper pole, Herc casually mentioned Aphrodite. Madison was all for respecting deities, but Herc spoke of her as a person, which piqued her curiosity. She wanted to coax more out of him, but she was quickly realizing Hercules was an open book. He did not shy away from a call to... er, sexual service, but he made it clear: he was here for magic.

All the dancers were slack-jawed, trying to process what he was suggesting, but it was Madison who got her bearings first. "Oh, no, no, you actually... well, you did absolutely respond to an application for some degree of sex-work, but we can talk about that later." Suddenly, Madison's offering to the party was sounding way more exciting than a professional submissive. "When you mentioned magic on the phone, I thought you might be hyperbolic, but... gods, you're a Mystic. That's so exciting! Most of the girls working here are Mystics. I mean, I'm not sure what becoming your Mistresses entails, but... let's just say we might be open to hearing more?" Looking back to her friends, she was met with nods of agreement. This man was something unique, and they were all too invested in their new magical studies to ignore an opportunity like this.

”Oh?” Hercules responded to the ‘sex work’ wondering if he missed something in his ad in the paper. He wasn’t aware he had eluded to such things. He had the ad memorized and recited it in his head for a two count looking off into the distance trying to see if he missed anything then decided it would be better to circle back to that. He wasn’t opposed but he had never gotten paid for his work in the bedroom. At least not in a conventional sense. Favors were often repaid with favors.

”Hyperbolic....” he said the word repeating it after she said it a little confused. ”I thought I was pretty direct.” he mused stroking his chin as if he was about to go into deep thought then eyed the pole again wondering if he should just bend the thing anyways. It was almost taunting him.

”God.” he corrected holding up a single finger. ”I’m a god, well... demi-god to be exact. Still counts though. I didn’t fight my way through the trials for nothing.” he flexed, even if it felt like he did after his curse was inflicted on him. The glowing faded the more they talked and Hercules walked closer to the edge of the stage and sat down kicking his massive feet off the edge to the point he was almost touching the ground.

”Oh ho! What a fortuitous day for me! I have been looking for masters capable of channeling magic. I had a good feeling after I put the ad out. Yours was the first call I received that sounded... beneficial.” maybe he did misspeak in the ad... oh well. He was fine with the misunderstanding. Hercules rarely avoided pleasures of the flesh.

”Very well!” he boomed and smiled upon hearing that they were open to more. ”Shall I demonstrate more?” he asked hitting his massive fists together initiating a bright glow. The son of Zues was addressing all the women but was looking at Bubbles with his bright glowing green eyes.

”As I stated, I am Hercules! Son of Zeus, slayer of the Nemian Lion, vanquisher of the Hydra, hunter of the boars and sacred animals alike.” he started to wave his hands as if the list goes on an on. ”Basically, I am the Hercules from your legends. I’m sure you heard of me.” he said now standing off the stage and in front of the women the glow still continuing.

”I am looking for ‘gifted’ individuals capable of channeling magic for me since I can’t channel the power for myself. The more skilled you are at being a.... ‘mystic’” the word seemed odd to him ”the more powerful I become so I can continue my burden of protecting you mortals!” he flexed again. ”and in exchange for channeling power for me I shall be yours to command as long as you honor my three rules.” he held up three fingers knowing his current master William would be upset he is giving this information out so freely but, this was the purpose of the ad. To find those of similar mind to his current master.

Hercules had one thing right; everything about him was surprisingly direct. After dealing with the world of mortals and men for so long, Madison expected some level of doubletalk and exaggeration when dealing with anyone. She was not expecting to take someone like Herc at face value, but now she knew better. She was still iffy on declaring him a god, but she could grant him demi-god; that was a nebulous term, and myths and legends came from somewhere.

"My apologies for slighting you! Mystic, demi-god; I'm certain there are blurred lines there that I don't want to get hung up on. Regardless, I think we're all impressed." Looking back to her peers, they seemed to be on board with whatever Hercules was bringing to the table. "I think communing with a demi-god would be more fun as a birthday event than kinky sex-- though if you ARE interested in that, I'm sure we can figure that out later," she babbled, now more focused on magic than sex.

Hercules was interested in a magical ritual to channel power and forge connections, which sounded like a dream for a summoner like Madi, but he had rules. "Three rules. That sounds fair; assuming they're fair rules. Okay, lay them on me, big guy. What are your three rules?"

She wanted to know the three rules of his. Good it meant she was willing to form a pact with him and the other women there might also be interested. This was a fortuitous day indeed! Hercules continued flexing and glowing under the eyes of the women before him, his new potential masters. Hercules roared with a thunderous laughter, ”I’m alive aren’t I?” the prince of power wasn’t sure he liked the word ‘commune’ but everything else about the birthday event seemed interesting.

”I am a fair god.” he nodded holding up one finger and continuing on with the conversation though this time he focused more on Bubbles as he spoke seeing as she seemed like the one who was running things here. Still glowing he spoke, ”First and foremost, is the protection of my masters. While I may serve you I serve others as well. I’m apt at time management, however there may be times I may not be able to respond to the ‘call’.” he didn’t get into details how his current master was being hunted for stealing his bracers from some powerful mages. Bubbles didn’t need the details.

”Please respect my other master. Or any future Master I form a pact with.” it was important that this was established. The last thing he needed was waring masters... again.

Holding up another finger he continued, ”I am Hercules. Protector of mortals, slayer of monsters and Titans! Allow me to be that. I am not one to stand idle while someone needs a hero. That is my purpose, my burden and my curse.” as he said that more of his tattoo’s continued to glow and move across his body. ”I cannot turn my back on those who need my help. Do not ask me to.” he wanted it to be clear. It was something he wasn’t capable of.

”Lastly....” looking to the other potential masters gathered before him to make sure they were paying attention. This rule was important. Well they were all important but this was the one Hercules took personally. ”Do not abuse my power!” folding his arms, ”Masters have done so in the past and it ended poorly for them. I wish for history not to repeat itself!"

His stern look faded along with his ‘glow’ ”Do you find those rules acceptable?”