"Y-You..."
Whatever insult she was about to throw faded away as the Goddess now stood directly before her, Satcha's eyes locked on hers.
"...m-maybe, maybe not..."
Still not giving up her pride in admitting Nemesis trumps her in power, she can't help but lean into the Goddess' hand a little.
π’ π¦ππ§πππ π’
The goddess approach the oni, towers her, and one hand hold her face. She forces the other to look her in the eyes and does so easily.
"For others, maybe. Between us I am the strong and imposing one."
One thumb travel across her lower lip, a grin on her face. Now the ogre had her attention.
Nemesis
The Oni's eyes widened seeing the Goddess before her. It was rare to meet someone taller than her...rarer still to feel small before someone. This woman was ridiculous...
"Cute...? Tch. I look strong. Imposing."
The Oni blushed slightly, already red cheeks darkening.
π’ π¦ππ§πππ π’
"Hm?'
Nemesis had zoned out, mind in a million different places, so it took a second to notice the ogre. The goddess also had her muscles trained to perfection, a 348cm wall of a woman built over eons
"You look good. Cute."
Nemesis
"Watcha think?"
Satcha was extremely proud of her π―πΌπ±π, honed to π½π²πΏπ³π²π°ππΆπΌπ» after a hundred years.
