Chapter 668 The Other Avery Heiress
"Oh, babe, I knew you could do it," Athena smirked as she twirled a strand of Hera’s long hair between her fingers.
She stepped back, helping Hera out of the dress, though her mouth never stopped running.
"So, it’s true what they say—when properly loved, a flower blooms even more beautifully," she mused, eyeing Hera up and down.
"Just look at you! You were already stunning before, but now? Your breasts have gotten fuller, your waist has slimmed down just a bit... You were always sexy, with all the right curves in all the right places, but now? Damn! You’re like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe!"
Grinning mischievously, Athena pinched Hera’s side, testing for any trace of softness. "Seriously, do you even have an ounce of fat on you?" she teased, making Hera blush furiously.
"So, tell me," Athena began casually, her tone as if they were discussing something mundane, "how was their performance? If you had to grade them, who would be at the top of the ranking and who would be at the bottom? Why don’t you just number them? Number 1 being the best and number 6, well, the worst."
Her words were so nonchalant, as if discussing a man’s performance in bed was nothing out of the ordinary.
Hera couldn’t help but roll her eyes, having long since gotten used to Athena’s lack of filter.
After all, Athena had always been blunt, unapologetically speaking her mind on any topic, no matter how inappropriate.
But the truth was, Hera couldn’t really rank them, not when each of them had their own unique techniques, and all of them were equally skilled in their own way.
Well, maybe except for Dave—she still had no idea about his performance level.