"Oh, that's good, I wish I'd thought of that for a Discord display name."

"Anyways, being constantly under assault by monsters that hate everything that's good in the world and having to figure out how to fight them off when they've got a numbers advantage is basically my view of the world already. Maybe that's why I can see through the masquerade."

"It does correlate with high Openness and low Agreeableness, on the mortal Big Five."

"Holy shit, I'm actually living in one of those self-indulgent isekai stories where my personality quirks that make me a pariah in the mundane world are secretly superpowers?"

"Yes! It's the same for us, except the personality quirks are downstream of the superpowers rather than upstream of them."

"Reminder that if this is a scam I swear to god I will overcome my hesitance to hurt hot women and make all of your deaths excruciating."

"I wouldn't expect anything less!"

"And just to probe for catches that you guys have kept quiet on, you guys aren't the kind of radfems who are against strap-ons, right?" She already knows the anwer.

"We've got magic ones that can do full sensation! Raven and I are fans."

"Can confirm! Using one with a girl will be new, though."

"I've never tried one myself, but there's something so viscerally appealing about having a big fat belly plopped on top of your ass." She grabs the bottom of Raven's gut for emphasis.

Raven makes a noise somewhere between a yelp and a moan. She holds Katie's hand in place grabbing her stomach.

"We can figure it out together!"

"You're not gonna be the only one wearing the strap, though. Can't give me a proper Amazonian physique and expect me not to use it." God she wishes they weren't sitting down so she could smack Raven's ass.

"Looking forward to it." She winks.

"Oh, good, you don't have an ancient Roman masculinity thing about penetration either. Good, good. Your ass will make a fine shelf for the belly you're gonna put on me."

"Nope! I love both ways."

The gang continue driving, chatting, and flirting until they reach an Amazon warehouse in Albuquerque, beneath which lies an underground base.

"Want the grand tour, or to head right to our rooms and crash for the night?"

"I want food. That's not even flirting, I'm fucking hungy. Do we have restaurants here?"

"There are cafeterias in the base, they serve restaurant-quality food. I'll send you a link to the page on our internal site where the cafeterias at this base are listed by location and menu, it'll have your auto-generated username and password on it and then when you log in you can set them to something else and put them in your password manager."

"God, making your workers piss in plastic bottles really pays off, doesn't it? Anyways, how about you show me around while I look through the options?"

"Right this way!"

Raven leads Katie through a checkpoint guarded by two women, one in bronze armor with a wicked-looking spear and another in Kevlar with an assault rifle. She greets the guards and swipes an ID card to a green light and "ding!"

"Hey, how come some of you use guns and others don't?"

"We don't have enough guns for everyone!" says the woman with the spear, whose name tag introduces her as "Mila". "We're working on it, but it's a slow process. Plus, every demigod's fighting instincts are different; sometimes one's natural talent for a melee weapon makes it worth the extra risk of using it."

"In this case, though," says the woman with the gun ("Georgia"), "it's just that Mila is here to fight off supernatural threats and I'm here to fight off mortal threats. Nothing but lead in this baby."