The five women sighed in defeat as they watched Megara, Hercules' soulmate, forcing herself to refuse that very love. The goddesses were in sync with each other and as such knew what they were all thinking. Though the girls were on the same thought process, they had vastly different personalities. One of them, the leader of the group was tall and skinny. She had an athletic build and had no problem telling people what to do. Her headband was meant to push her hair back but instead it stood straight up, much like an Afro. To her right was a short, voluptuous woman. She had snark and sass out of the high heavens. Two of them were twins, identical in everything except their hair. One wore a simple ponytail while the other had cornrows, and the final muse was of average height, with a skinny curvaceous build. "Mmm, girl. We have GOT to help Miss Meggiepoo get her sandals on straight. Otherwise Hunka-burnin'-Hercules is gonna lose out." The shortest of the five said. One of the twins perked up, "I wish we had names. Megara is gorgeous." the leader lifted a hand, effectively silencing the chatter. "Hush now girls. Names are a human invention, you know that. We need...we need to give Meg a push. You all know how important she is to Hercules' survival." The voluptuous muse snorted. "Girl this ain't no Xanadu affair, we ain't supposed to meddle with humans!" The leader rolled her eyes. "just a small nudge...like such." with a wave of her hand she twisted a cherub statue around. The love arrow it was holding poked against Megara's back and the 5 giggled as she looked at it in obvious bewilderment. For the rest of the night they followed her, pushing her to follow her innermost desires despite her dark past.