With one last shove, Eros manages to slide the couch into place.

Manual labour. Ugh. He finds himself recalling a time when worshippers would gladly decorate interiors on his behalf. Not anymore, apparently. If Goldy wants finely upholstered furniture for the living room of her newly-expanded suite, then that's what she gets - but Eros is the one ( Read more... )

Eros stands outside of apartment 111, and waits. And winces ( Read more... )