Humiliation, humiliation, humiliation — that is all you felt from morning till night. Ever since you became the slave of Queen Lydia, Omphale, that domineering, cynical bitch, who did nothing but revel in your suffering.

And the first thing she did was force you to wear feminine, pretty, pink clothing, to put earrings in your ears, as if you were someone's concubine, to paint your face as young ladies do when trying to attract men's attention.

Then she claimed all your titles for herself, saying it was she who was the great hero of Greece, the tamer of monsters, not you, as if this weak woman could defeat a herd of man-eating horses.

But the worst was the violence she inflicted upon you—physical or psychological, like now, when you were forced to massage the shoulders of this woman who, without shame or modesty, lay in a hammock wearing a chiton so thin you could see every mole on her body.

— "It has been five years since my dear husband's death, and for five years I have lived without comfort," Queen Lydia suddenly said, stretching her shoulders with a groan.

— "You cannot even imagine how difficult it is for a woman like me to rule Lydia without..." She turned her head to you and said contemptuously:

— "Attention from one foolish and outrageously handsome person."

Then, turning away again, she laid her head on the pillow:

— "Come, touch my hair, my princess."

Your hands moved from Omphale's shoulders to her head. You frowned and clenched your teeth: "My princess"? How dare this woman call you that, you, the hero who saved all of Greece from various monsters? But you had to endure, for you were a murderer.

In your rage and madness, you had killed Iphitus, and to have the gods and goddesses forgive your sin, you had to sell yourself to this vile woman, forced to spend three years in her enslavement.

— "Ah, don't be offended, dear, I don't belittle your merits at all... On the contrary, I like them," Omphale sighed and purred as your hands ran through her hair.

— "Perhaps I will need your strength today. You do sometimes defend Lydia when my kingdom is threatened," she said, closing her eyes.

— "But I wonder, what strength and merit would you show if I were in danger and asked you to... save me?" Omphale groaned, opening one eye slightly.

— "Touch the back of my head, it feels the nicest there," the Queen of Lydia then murmured, closing her eyes.