Warm sunlight shone through her bedroom window to shed soft rays of light across her white thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. The light eventually made its way over her face as her previously resting eyelids began to flutter open. Amora sat up in her massive bed to stretch her arms lazily in the air, her golden-blonde hair cascading down her bare back. It was a beautiful day on Olympus, as usual. Glancing outside her window she took a moment to appreciate the unparalleled architectural elegance and grandeur of her home, as well as the flourishing fauna and clear blue skies. It didn't hurt to have one of the finest personal chambers atop the mountain, along with many of the other perks granted to the Daughter of Olympus due to being the offspring of the rulers of Olympus themselves.
Finally shaking off the last remains of slumber, Amora stepped delicately out of her bed and onto the cool marble floor. Passing by a mirror on her way to her shower she took a moment to admire her bare physique, pleasantly studying her amorous curves and statuesque figure while pale blue eyes shone back at the Goddess of Desire as she smiled in light of her own allure. Stepping inside her shower, which could have fit ten Olympians, the room quickly filled with hot steam as she pampered her skin and hair with only the finest lotions and oils. Stepping out she tied a thin white silk robe around her lithe figure before continuing on with the day's preparations.
While Amora usually took little interest in the affairs of mortals, the idea of an intergalactic tournament had quickly caught her attention. The prospect of demolishing mortals for the sake of a crown was more than the goddess could resist. Pulling open the massive double doors of her closest, filled with various fashion styles from every decade dating back millenniums, Amora turned to select her most recently stapled attire: A green one-piece with black and green leggings, complimented by opera-length gloves and a tiara. The lightweight armor was ultimately unnecessary, due to her own physical structure being many times more durable, however Amora was never one to miss points for style. Several nymphs were already at work repairing her bed, as it was their duty to serve the gods who inhabited Olympus. "Inform my father I've left for the tournament, and be sure to keep my chamber meticulous," she instructed aloofly as she played mindless with her hair, making sure her tiara rested perfectly. "And don't let Alceus in," she added sharply, wary of her brother's day to day intentions toward her. With her business at home taken care of, a thin disc of pink-colored energy rising from the floor quickly swallowed Amora, teleporting her to the first location in her tournament for the crown.
She appeared in what seemed to be a massive garden, filled with flowers of every shape and color one could imagine. The flower's sweet scent floated all around her, giving the arena a more romantic feel than an orthodox battlefield. Taking little time to admire the flora, Amora quickly took to the skies, gliding swiftly over the garden in search of her opponent. Her telepathy easily recognized another's presence, however something about the technology used to design the arena was prohibiting her from instantly annihilating his psyche. Fortunately it seemed her mystic powers had not been diminished by the strange location, and the Goddess of Sorcery would spend little time in sparing her challenger from the full force of her abilities. She flew for several minutes without spying her soon-to-be victim, however thousands of years of living had granted Amora a well developed patience. At one time or another her opponent would show, and when he did, she would make quick work of defeating him.