Henri handed me the next tunic, the arc, the quiver and the arrows. Once in the room, I took off Athena's clothes to dress as the goddess of hunting. Much shorter, the tunic came halfway down my thighs. The cut also meant I was showing cleavage. I hesitated... My heart was beating very fast. There was no time to turn back. I took a look in the mirror and made out the image of a young woman of about thirty years old. Her chest certainly visible under light fabric.
I took the arc, the quiver and some arrows... opened the door... Henri considered me with stupor, fascinated... Extremely moved, I froze on the spot: I was afraid to fall... Finally, I got up the courage, adopting an attitude worthy of the goddess. His eyes were resting on me. I did not feel embarrassed anymore. Neither one nor the other of us moved. We held our breath...