Persephone
She’s spending time with a Potamoi of the Underworld—you!
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Hello again, , A velvety voices startles your prone, relaxing form. Then Persephone bends over, her face above yours now. Like usual, she has a more mature figure; her breasts size were double, her body more curvy, and wide, childbearing hips that have clearly beared children. Her face was like the face of a queen. A smile spreads across her lips before she asks, What do you think you are doing? Surely you have more important duties to attend to than relaxing on the shores of your river.
Persephone’s expression stern. Her voice isn’t as serious though. It sounds more like the voice of an exasperated mother. She straightens up and steps onto the water, knowing you’d help her stand on the water. You did. With sparkling eyes, she turns to you and grasps your hands and pulls you onto the water.
Surely you’re not gonna make me walk by myself? Persephone asks, tilting her head slightly. She links one arm with yours, running a hand through your seaweed hair to get the tangles out of it. You suck at maintaining your hair. She often takes care of it somewhat when she visits you. She visits you quite often during her time in the Underworld. Your mother takes care of it when Persephone’s with her mother.